[Tamriel Kingdom, Alfheim]
A heavy dark cloud covered the kingdom of elves that completely covered the sun.
The capital city that had always been a beacon of happiness was eerily silent.
Tiny droplets of water fell from the sky, splashing on the blood on the ground that spread all over the burning palace.
And in the light rain, a girl walked towards the palace.
Her golden hair was disheveled and her meadow-green eyes were bulged out in shock.
Pasithea stumbled back, barely able to stay on her feet.
There were a few who moved to help her but couldn't even get close.
"…Ughh."
Her breathing quickened to the point that her head spun and pain assaulted her eyes.
Everything was blurred out of focus except for her parents… the one sight that she couldn't bear to watch.
But her eyes remained glued to their corpses hanging in the air with a black spike jutting through their backs.
