While some faced trials that'll decide their future, and three went to search for the whereabouts of someone that'll resolve their pressing issues, others were still making their way off the planet Third Sky. Amongst these individuals was a group that was oddly and specifically composed for those who choose the second option.
A group of tens of billions were all gathered together after being transported away from the World-Shifting Net's uniquely designed internal world. Those brought together looked to their neighbors with a trace of excitement, and then confusion. This confusion turned into concern for some, and a few even felt cold sweat.
Those who had cold sweat formulate on their bodies were high-level cultivators, leaders, those with a little bit of intelligence to grasp what was happening.
Every last individual amongst the tens of billions had a single thing in common: they were all of the Elven Race!
