I opened my eyes, the world around me shifting, disorienting as if I was caught in some dream. But as I blinked, focusing on the scene before me, I knew better. This wasn't a dream. The humid air, the faint rustling of trees—no, this was real. Somehow, I had been transported to this place, a forest of hushed trees that whispered secrets through the wind. The light was dim, the sun struggling to pierce through the dense canopy, leaving the ground bathed in an eerie glow.
I took a step forward, the damp earth giving slightly beneath my feet. Something about this place felt off. It was more than just a forest. There was an energy here, subtle but pulsing, like the heartbeat of something ancient, something waiting.
And then it appeared again.
Hovering in the air before me, glowing faintly against the gloom, was the familiar blue screen. Another quest. The same one I had seen before—[Protect The Queen (2) The Elven Cry].
