Morning...
The sun slowly rose, spreading light and warmth across every corner of the world.
What should have been a calm and peaceful morning was instead filled with tension in the territory of the Elven race.
The cause was a single announcement—an official declaration from Queen Zelda of the Elves: war against the Dark Elves was now inevitable.
Beneath the great tree that supported the Emerald Palace, tens of thousands of Elven soldiers stood in neat, orderly formation.
Each one wore golden armor crafted from a unique blend of iron and wood fiber.
Although it might not have looked as sturdy as the armor of humans or demons, its strength was more than double.
That was thanks to the fibers, harvested directly from the World Tree—unmatched in both quality and durability.
"Is everything ready!?"
At the front of the formation, Thalon—his golden armor more radiant than the rest—gazed sharply at the soldiers.
