Elven continent, two days ago.
Ossa, Baldrik, and Mystara had just exited the portal, a large runic gate located at the far end of Lapidea Village, leading to another large portal at the edge of the Elven continent.
They stepped out of the portal, greeted by the sight of the Elven continent, at least what it looked like from its borders.
Fog lingered around the borders, dense enough to even obscure the vision of Ossa. "Is this mana?" he remarked, as the only thing able to block his vision was a distortion in mana, which meant the fog was made of mana.
"Yeah, it is. The Elven continent is rich in mana, mana so dense it forms water bodies and fogs such as these," Baldrik explained, taking something out of his pockets, a blue runic card.
