Inside the throne room, the Elf Queen couldn't help but smile.
Her gaze remained fixed on the pentagon-shaped crystal in her left hand.
"I never thought I'd actually speak to the Fated One… What a miracle," she murmured, tightening her grip on the crystal.
It had been over two hundred years since she ascended the throne, and all that time, she had waited for the arrival of the Fated One.
As the figure never appeared, she began to believe the prophecy was wrong—that he wouldn't come in her era.
But unexpectedly, he had appeared.
And to her shock, the one who brought him was Elina—her smelly sister who had escaped from the Forest of Eternal Silence a year ago.
Was this what people called destiny?
Without realizing it, her gaze drifted to the large window on her right.
Beyond it stood the towering World Tree.
Once majestic and full of life, the tree now appeared withered and frail, with deep black patches consuming its trunk and leaves.
