This is far more than a mere coup—it is a war. A war we must win. That powerful Gold Dragon should be able to provide us with significant aid.
On the day of the Holy Sun, the dark clouds shrouding Serinia will finally dissipate, and the sacred moonlight will once again bathe the earth."
Catherine lifted her head and gazed at the majestic, towering Holy Tree in the distance, her violet pupils radiating an unprecedented brilliance.
An era of turmoil is about to arrive.
And she will lead Serinia and her elven people—to find a bright new path in this war-ridden, tumultuous world.
But the Elf Queen could never have anticipated that one casual remark of hers would herald the beginning of a catastrophe within her own home.
...
Wuge Prairie.
The vast prairie was nearly overtaken by green, but it wasn't the pale green of wild grass mingled with yellow—it was an overwhelming, nauseating deep green.
