[The Woodlands] covered a vast territory. As the broadest forest on the Norris Continent, it had never had a second master since ancient times.
The elven race had already been overlords of the world back when all the races still mingled together.
They also served The Moon, who stood alongside The Dome and The Sun. Not only that—
The elves had their own Deities.
If The Sun favored the vast majority of humanity, then The Moon favored only the elves, and this race had been created by Him with the elven Deities as the model.
The elven Deities looked just like elves.
That in itself was an honor, and it had allowed the elves to dominate the resources of the forest for ages and wield the magic of nature.
The World Tree collapsed, and within its melting, evaporating trunk appeared the shadow of an elf. She emerged silently, elegant and noble as she walked barefoot over the forest soil, then raised her head and looked toward the Seraph.
Her lips parted slightly. This elf from beyond the world seemed to be calling out something, but no one could understand her words. Yet the power beneath those words swept through like a raging storm, making the entire forest boil. Countless emerald specks of radiance soared up and rushed toward the Seraph from every direction.
Beneath those burning wings, the Seraph still watched all of this coldly. Facing every enemy that appeared, it brought down the longsword of Blazing Sun.
Deep within the forest, the world swayed on the brink, countless trees trembling uneasily. The Elven Queen held the jeweled necklace before her chest, her gaze fixed tightly on the direction of the western battlefield.
The jewel's radiance was dazzling, and the Elven Queen's voice echoed around her as well.
"This is