At the center of the Lost Island, within the ancient tree that seems to connect directly to the Curtain of Eternal Night.
Like the ruins of the Ancient Dragon Royal Court, the world tree branches of the Lost Island also hide a secondary dimension.
Moreover, unlike the ruins of the Ancient Dragon Royal Court.
There, the golden dragon as the master has already gone half mad; the entire secondary dimension is in ruins, lacking any real guardian, so Shiayar could enter freely.
But this small world of the world tree fragment clearly has a master.
Everywhere is pervaded by ripples of divinity and laws, hinting at a strict ancient mystery.
Shiayar, with black iron shackles on his hands, followed the legendary elf ahead, spiraling step by step up the colossal world tree trunk.
Suddenly, his steps halted.
Shiayar looked back through the gaps between the lush leaves of the world tree, gazing towards the direction of the Royal Court below.
