Within the rainforest, the temperature suddenly soared. This rainforest should have been damp, yet now water vapor kept steaming upward.
No one knew what had happened. Not a single elf could understand. The very heart of the rainforest seemed to have been placed atop a volcano.
Ke'er had long since left Elven City. Seated atop a Chimera, she was tightly guarded by six elders at her side. Now, the skies above the entire rainforest were filled with all kinds of Horned Eagle beasts.
These were all ordinary tribes.
They did not want to leave, yet they had no choice but to leave.
It was too hot. The temperature kept climbing down along the trunks. The tree houses where they lived had become scorching beneath their feet. Even more unbelievably, half an hour ago, the Oak they considered most sacred had suddenly sunk downward by a section.
Although the Oak had not collapsed yet, rumbling sounds continuously came from within its thick trunk.
Ke'er frowned. She had only just grasped the authority of the elves, and already such a terrible scene had appeared. The entire Elven City seemed on the verge of destruction.
Looking up, she saw an endless expanse of birds. Upon those birds were all the living creatures the elves currently possessed.
Below them lay patches of withered yellow trees. Leaves continuously fell from the lush branches of those mature trees. According to the Tree Shepherds' reports, the roots of these towering conifers had already died completely.
And this forest death was still spreading outward beyond control.
The forest was where they dwelled. Forests were already few and far between on the Red Soil Continent. Could this rainforest also vanish?
Now, she was utterly lost, completely unable to figure out what was happening.
The six elders beside her were