Purple Cedar Island.
Near Elf Continent, in the boundless sea, lay a great island shrouded in mist. Forests and steep mountains blanketed the leaf-shaped island. Wild winds ruled this place, and the sound of wind could be heard between heaven and earth at every moment.
Mountains, sea, and winds that never ceased—such a unique natural environment had nurtured Purple Cedar Island's people with a yearning for freedom and romance.
In the forest at the very heart of Purple Cedar Island, beneath a colossal tree a thousand meters tall, with a trunk several hundred meters thick, standing upon the earth like a mushroom, stood an all-wooden castle entwined in countless vines and branches.
An aged, stern voice suddenly shattered the forest and castle's tranquility. "You two bastards whose brains have been fried by women! You dared to join the war in the Abyssal World? Don't ever come back to Purple Cedar Island for the rest of your lives!"
With a tremendous CLANG, something seemed to have been smashed to pieces.
Then the aged voice rang out again. "Gather every child of Purple Cedar Island on the Western Continent and have them lend those two disobedient bastards, Windlistener and Thunderbolt, a hand! Tell them that the first thing they are to do upon seeing Windlistener and Thunderbolt is kick their asses open for me!"
Pale green mist drifted through the forest, and countless green raindrops poured down in torrents. Long-range communication magic formations activated one after another. All the Purple Cedar Island rangers scattered throughout the Western Continent, honing themselves amid mountain forests and between mountains and seas, packed up their longbows, summoned their closest Magic Beast companions, and raced toward the Highlands at top speed.
Any Purple Cedar Island ranger who left the island and roamed freely across the world possessed