Shadowlands, Ardenweald. In a quiet wilderness, the wild-looking yet beautiful Winter Queen silently gazed upon her realm, neither saddened nor pleased.
Suddenly, she sensed something. A phantom appeared before her, its blue triangular headdress clearly revealing her identity: Archon Griselda, ruler of Bastion.
"Oh, what a rare visitor. Since we dealt with Zovaal's affair, how many years has it been since you last visited my realm? There is only peace and deathly silence here, none of the radiant light and vitality you have over there." The Winter Queen mocked herself faintly.
Griselda paid no attention to the other woman's sarcasm and spoke directly. "Queen, the Shadowlands have reached a critical moment of life and death. Due to an unknown force, our world is connecting with the mortal realm. An invasion is imminent. My scouts report that the enemy is the most powerful army of chaos in the material universe."
"Oh, I did sense a tremor spreading across the entire Shadowlands. We have actually connected with the physical universe? But this is the realm of death, the universe's primal force of death. Any creature from the material universe that enters here should immediately die." The Winter Queen did not seem concerned.
"No, Queen, you are both right and wrong. We are facing an army of chaos, an unprecedented enemy. They belong to the primal force of chaos. Chaos also means every possibility, including the ability to resist death. They have already successfully sent demons capable of surviving in the Shadowlands. Although they are currently suppressed by Death Power and remain very weak, the future holds infinite possibilities, including adapting to Death Power." The Archon spoke anxiously.
"Oh, even if what you say is true, what can I do?" the Winter Queen asked.
"I need the strength of Ardenweald's Night Fae to