The elf was sitting by the river, next to one person, but overall there was another person next to them.
A time passed, centuries, between the first appearance of the Twilight of the Gods and the second, in the most dangerous place on earth, the Kalaharis.
In this land, where the rifts had opened long enough to let disasters move freely outward, life was in a constant state of battle for survival, where the weakest among the strongest were always eaten, then this stronger would become the new weaker and would be eaten in turn, and the cycle would repeat.
On this land lived two distinct humanoid species, elves and humans, both separated by a savannah where giants slept.
Long ago, the elves were a radiant nation, radiant with knowledge and magic, but one day they found themselves swallowed up in the cycle of nature.
Monsters, increasingly strong, attacked their kingdom, each time more devastating than the last.
