In the elven capital.
"Sister… those cracks in the sky…"
The elven queen patted the worried princess's head and tried to console her, but her own face betrayed those words of consolation because she herself did not know what to say.
"The world is about to fall into chaos… it was inevitable; I just didn't expect it to happen so soon… sigh…"
She had no excuses to make; she had expected this situation to happen, but she didn't expect it to happen in her generation.
She thought that there were still a few hundred years left for this situation to appear, and by that time, she might already be gone from this world.
Who could have thought that Doomsday would come so suddenly without any warning?
The elf queen looked at the people of her nation and noticed that most of them had fallen on their knees and were praying to the world tree to save them.
They didn't want to acknowledge reality and didn't even knew that there was one world tree here to save them
