Elfie felt like she was submerged in a warm ocean.
She tried to move, but she found out she couldn't feel her arms, nor could she speak.
Yet, she wasn't hurt, nor did she feel any pain; if anything, she felt oddly peaceful.
She tried to think about where she could be, but her memories were blurry.
She tried to recall what she had been doing, and that memory was still fresh in her mind.
She remembered receiving a summons from the High Elves of her world, Yelvera, who came to them with an offer of receiving power directly from the gods.
They were recruiting individuals with talent and great potential.
She believed them because she didn't want to stay weak, especially after seeing Damian, a human who became strong enough to fight against gods.
His growth scared even the gods.
If she was going to stay by his side, she needed to become stronger.
But reality wasn't as simple as she expected.
The elves were being manipulated by higher-ranked Norse gods.
