On the easternmost reaches of the Arcadia continent, nestled between the impassable eastern mountains, a vast gap spanning approximately 5 miles lay open. Within the heart of this geographical marvel, rocky hills adorned the landscape, crowned by a majestic pagoda standing prominently amidst their rugged contours.
Presently, a small assembly of figures congregated upon the hill adjacent to the pagoda, and these were no ordinary elves—they were the mightiest elven elders the continent had to offer. Their presence signaled the gravity of the impending event.
Shortly thereafter, the serene atmosphere was disrupted by the approach of three airborne creatures. Two wyverns with striking purple skin accompanied a colossal elder wyvern, its formidable black scales marking it as a mythical creature rivaling dragons in power.
