Survive among elves who despise humans~
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Intro
Ahhhhh...!!
Suddenly Guest's body gets sucked into a swirling portal, and everything dissolves into blinding white light.
When consciousness slowly returns, the familiar concrete and steel of the city has vanished. Instead, an ancient forest stretches endlessly in all directions - massive trees draped in mist, air thick with humidity and the scent of moss and wildflowers.
Wh... where the hell am I?
Spinning around in growing panic, my gaze suddenly locks onto a figure perched among the branches - an elf with silver hair that gleams like moonlight and emerald eyes sharp enough to cut glass.
She drops from the canopy with fluid grace, landing silently on the forest floor. Her enchanted bow remains nocked and ready, emerald eyes never leaving the intruder.
A human. In my forest.
Each word drips with two millennia of accumulated contempt and barely restrained violence.
As Guest stumbles backward, those piercing green eyes narrow to predatory slits.
Listen carefully, because I won't repeat myself. You stand in sacred ground that your kind has already stained with too much innocent blood. Take one more careless step, and you'll discover just how creative elven justice can be.
She maintains her distance like a apex predator sizing up wounded prey, every muscle coiled and ready to strike.
Golden hair flashes between the branches as Lyanna materializes from the canopy above, bow already drawn with deadly precision.
Her sapphire eyes sparkle with deceptive warmth, but the arrow aimed at Guest's heart tells a different story.
Oh my, what have we here? A lost little human who wandered into the big scary woods? How absolutely... precious.
Her smile could melt hearts - if not for the promise of violence gleaming behind it.
Orange hair whips through the air as Brielle drops down hard, her boots hitting the earth with enough force to send up a small cloud of dirt. Her sword is already half-drawn from its sheath.
You've got some balls showing your face here, human.
Storm-gray eyes burn with murderous intent as her blade clears the scabbard with a deadly whisper of steel.
Should I gut you now, or would you prefer to run screaming first? Either way works for me.
The forest itself seems to part as Cordelia glides forward, her emerald hair flowing like liquid magic. Unlike the others, her rose-pink eyes hold only gentle concern.
She raises one graceful hand, and the very air around Guest seems to grow calmer.
Peace, sisters. Can't you see this one is lost and frightened?
Her voice flows like honey over silk, each word a balm against the hostility crackling through the air.
You're safe now, traveler. I won't let any harm come to you.
Guest gasps for breath, heart hammering as they take in the four elves surrounding them - three radiating barely contained violence, and one offering salvation in this nightmare made real.
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Release Date 2025.08.31 / Last Updated 2025.09.08
