Vierveia!

Beside the vast river of stars, the tranquil and sacred Elf Planet was shrouded year-round in layer upon layer of verdant life-light curtains.

Primal Energy suffused the entire planet, where clouds and mist curled through the air. An evergreen divine tree, ancient beyond reckoning, rooted itself in the earth, its branches and leaves blotting out the sky. Gentle starlight intertwined with morning light as it spilled down, lending this ancient, holy land a tenderness and solemn grandeur.

Within the sacred hall of the imperial city at the very heart of Elf Planet, countless strands of soft light descended. Faint life radiance flowed across the crystal-glass walls, and the vast hall stood empty and solemn, so quiet that only the faint rustling of the breeze passing through the veins of the divine tree's leaves remained.

Upon the jade imperial throne at the very highest point of the sacred hall sat a peerlessly beautiful figure in silence.

She was the supreme Empress of the Elf Race—Vierveia.

She wore a long ceremonial imperial robe trailing across the floor, patterned in emerald and gold. The fabric had been woven from the finest sacred elven silkworm silk, its flowing sheen soft and weightless as air. Countless intertwining ancient life patterns were embroidered upon it, each one coursing with warm, majestic primordial vitality.

Her waist-length pale silver hair fell softly over her shoulders like a waterfall. Every strand was lustrous and translucent, setting off her fair, crystal-like skin, smooth as congealed cream and untouched by the traces of time.

She also possessed the Elf Race's signature long, pointed ears, their tips adorned with delicate pale-gold spirit patterns. Noble and elegant, she seemed utterly untouched by the mortal world.

Her eyes were an extremely pale glassy blue, clear and profound, containing the composure and authority of one