Since that day, a part of the Elves no longer called themselves "Children of the Sacred Tree," but arrogantly renamed themselves as "Heroes who Conquer the Sky and the Divine."
In the ancient Eastern kingdom, there is an old saying — when heaven wishes one to perish, it first drives them mad.
And in Elven proverbs, there's a similar saying: "When the fruit ripens, it's not far from falling."
The entire Elf Empire embarked on such a mad path, and its end was easily predictable.
Only destruction.
Thus, at a time when the Empire was at its most prosperous and glorious, they paid a painful price for their arrogance.
The Empire's "Judgment Day" had arrived.
On that day, the sky was exceptionally clear, not a single cloud in sight.
On that day, the great city-state, claimed to "never fall," plummeted from the sky.
It was not destroyed upon crashing to the ground, but instead disintegrated in mid-air, directly obliterated by the awakened and enraged Ancient Gods.
