The serene emerald skies of the Elf Continent shimmered with magic, reflecting the vast magical barrier that covered the great expanse like a living dome. Towering trees stretched high into the heavens, some so ancient their roots had burrowed through mountains. Glittering rivers ran like veins of light, carrying potent mana infused by the natural harmony of the continent.
Elves—tall, elegant, proud—stood watch from silver towers that pierced clouds. Their pointed ears twitched as an unnatural ripple tore across the skies.
Something was coming.
No... someone.
A dark star descended from the heavens, its wake leaving violet tears across the skies. Mana trembled. Birds cried. Trees recoiled. The once-peaceful winds howled in warning.
Shubh-Niggurath had arrived.
