Vilma was already over six hundred years old. She had once been an extraordinarily beautiful and gifted young Wood Elf.
If Wizards had not suddenly descended upon this plane and changed everything, Vilma should have possessed far greater strength now. She would not have aged so badly, and she could have reached greater heights.
But the arrival of the Wizards had destroyed everything. Vilma had become a slave creature branded with a Slave Mark.
As an old, faded Wood Elf whose strength had declined drastically, Vilma held no value in the eyes of the Wizards. Even if she sat by the roadside like this, no one would spare her another glance.
She was like someone waiting for death, sitting by the road until death arrived. Then, at dawn the next day, someone would discover her and dispose of her with the rest of the garbage, maintaining the city's cleanliness and order.
This had originally been Vilma's destined end, but she had decided to do something before she died—something for the Wood Elves.
Even now, she had not forgotten her identity as an elf priestess.
Elf priestesses were the guides of the Wood Elf race. Their duty was to lead the Wood Elves toward a brighter future.
Originally, the Slave Marks had prevented these Wood Elves from harboring even the slightest thought of resistance. The Slave Marks made them incapable of any rebellious action, not even a single thought.
But several years ago, while praying, Vilma had accidentally connected with a god from another plane.
This god from another plane was very interested in Vilma. He was also interested in the traits of the Wood Elves and the Wizards who had conquered them.
Thus, after expending considerable effort and trying many methods, the god had freed Vilma from the controlling effects