Extraordinary worlds always gave rise to certain lives that even the rules could not contain.
"The Norris Continent should not have had such a vast, continuous forest occupying so much land."
"But it appeared all the same. The Woodlands was not only the name of a region, but the name of the forest itself."
"The lives that existed in the Woodlands naturally believed from birth that this was what the world was like."
"But life had never lacked surprises."
"If some lives held stubborn, unwavering faith in that, then naturally, there were also lives born for the sake of escaping this forest."
"The roots planted deep in the earth were like a cage that allowed no life to leave, and the dense sea of trees dazzled every gaze, stripping them of any sense of direction."
"And so, only the sky became the path to escape the forest."
"Wings that covered the sky grew because of this."
Beneath silver robes, the priests held seven-colored crystals in their hands, sleeping souls sealed within them. As the voice of the forest's Dream Weaver echoed and faded into the distance, the souls within the seven-colored crystals gradually began to awaken.
Elven Queen Lorraine stood atop a high platform. Before her lay an enormous Rift; for such a Rift to exist within the forest was no easy thing.
As the souls were released, seven-colored light gradually appeared within the Rift as well.
The light rose into the sky, drawing countless withered yellow leaves from the forest to float within it. Then, beneath the touch of those leaves, an incomparably massive outline revealed its form.
The aura of souls was still spreading, and above the Rift, a pair of azure eyes lit up within the seven-colored radiance. Immediately after, more and more eyes opened.
The sky