The Elven Continent, a land of ancient forests and untouched wilderness, had always been a sanctuary of tranquility. Towering emerald canopies stretched endlessly, sunlight filtering through glowing leaves, casting an almost ethereal light upon the forest floor. Rivers of crystal-clear water wove through the land like veins of liquid silver.
But now—
That peace was gone.
All across the continent, dungeon gates that had remained stable for centuries cracked open, their barriers shattering like fragile glass.
BOOM!
From the depths of these ancient prisons, monsters poured out like a plague, their roars shaking the very trees. Massive beasts, once trapped within the depths of dungeons, rampaged across the lands, devouring everything in sight.
Wolf packs the size of carriages, their eyes glowing crimson, tore through elven villages, their howls sending shivers through even the bravest warriors.
