"Grandfather—"
"I read in this collection of wandering poet stories that in the distant past, the Royal Court was not located on an island, but on a vast continent."
"On that vast land, there were snowy mountains, ravines, endless grasslands, and mirror-like lakes..."
"Was that real?"
At the edge of the Elven Royal Court on the Lost Island, a little girl from the Elf Clan held a worn-out book, crouching beside a tattered stone house.
Her hair and eyes were a desolate gray, and at this moment, she was reading the ancient text on the tattered book by the faint glow of a fluorescent ore in her hand.
After millennia, the elves on the Lost Island had long since adapted to life under the Curtain of Eternal Night.
The Sacred Relic left by the Royal Court could grow a certain grain that did not require light to bloom and bear fruit, serving as food.
