Tate Continent.
The elf village in the Cyan Forest has already fallen and become a purgatory.
The once lush woodland is now tainted by a hideous, ever-expanding purple-black Void Rift.
The rift flows with cold, lifeless energy, stripping away vitality wherever it goes, twisting and drying ancient trees, morphing them into tendril-like crystals exuding corruption.
Elder Gloriel, whose strength is roughly Level Ten, stands at the forefront of the ruins, his ancient oak Magic Staff trembling violently, extracting the last vestiges of magic power within him to barely maintain the tenuous "Serenity Guardian" array.
The purple-black light collides with the array's barrier, each impact making the elder's face paler, sweat soaking his robes.
Being the strongest combatant here, he must resist tenaciously.
Otherwise, the homeland behind him would be overturned and destroyed in an instant.
"Hold on! For the forest!"
