[Six thousand years ago.]
[1023 E.D.]
[Hundred kilometres away from City of Bardha.]
The world six thousand years ago was far more beautiful than Velyrian had ever imagined.
The air was brimming with mana and spirit energy.
The technology was far more advanced than it was in his own time.
Yet…
'I don't feel comfortable in this place one bit.'
Despite the better living conditions, Velyrian's life was hanging on a thin thread that can break anytime.
Because…it was a time when the elves were hated by every other race.
And why would they not be?
The first elf and their queen Ieril of Dawn was doing her best to conquer the world.
She had already massacred thousands, and Velyrian knew she would do thousands more.
'Argh, why am I sent to a place like this!?'
His frustration was at an all-time high that it even drowned his happiness about his new legs.
His lineage of being an elf is his biggest concern right now.
