Lost Island.
No sun, nor the glow of stars and moon.
The black tide washed over the dim beach, turning into thousands of scattered white waves, and then receded, repeating endlessly.
Suddenly.
Some crystalline space cracks appeared, piercing the sky above the black sea.
A few breaths later, those crystalline cracks slowly dissipated, returning to nothingness.
Only two figures remained, quietly appearing in the void.
Plop.
The golden elf girl in a white dress gently landed, her pale feet stepping on the soft sand.
She turned her body slightly, smiling, and reached out her hand towards the person behind her.
"Welcome to our Royal Court."
The golden elf curved a smile at the corner of her mouth and took two steps back.
Then she lifted her skirt, performing a noble courtesy exclusive to the Elven Royal Court.
"Shiayar... teacher."
"To hear such an address, it was worth the trip here."
Shiayar smiled.
He too crossed the space fissure, landing on the soft sand.
