The Elf Forest bordered the southeastern edge of the Dark Mountain Range.
A hooded elder gazed at the lush forest in the distance, finally allowing himself a sigh of relief:
"Finally, we're here."
He turned back to look at the over two hundred clan members, dragging their families, carrying bundles and bags, and similarly shrouded in long cloaks and hoods, smiling slightly:
"We're going home."
The elder was Samir Wind, a Natural Priest of the Silver Lower rank (Level 41) sent by the Elf Clan.
And those who followed him were members of the Elf Clan from the Flame Tribe.
They had been traveling through the Dark Mountain Range for over a month, and now they were finally about to leave the rugged and perilous foothills.
On hearing Samir's words, the elves let out a cheer.
However, Samir's expression quickly turned serious:
