A Land Bathed in Eternal Twilight
The world of Forestia was unlike any other. Bathed in the silver glow of its twin moons, the pnet thrived under the watchful gaze of Goddess Luna, the divine progenitor of the elves. Towering forests, imbued with ancient magic, stretched across vast continents, their bioluminescent flora pulsing with energy from the ley lines that crisscrossed the nd. Rivers of shimmering blue mana flowed like lifeblood, sustaining not only the nd but the elves who called it home.
At the heart of this mystical world y Greenwood, the capital of the Elven Empire. A city sculpted from living trees and silverstone, its spires reached toward the heavens, glowing softly under the celestial light. Here, in the sacred halls of the Lunar Pace, resided the most powerful being on Forestia—the Elven Goddess Luna, an entity whose very presence dictated the fate of her people.
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The Goddess of the Elves
High above the mortal realm, within the astral expanse of the Moonlit Sanctuary, Luna watched over Forestia. Her silver hair cascaded like liquid moonlight, and her piercing violet eyes held the wisdom of eons. Unlike her mortal creations, her lifespan was immeasurable, stretching beyond the confines of time itself.
It was Luna who had shaped the elves in her image, gifting them with magic, beauty, and intelligence. She had ensured their dominance over Forestia, blessing them with a civilization that spanned millennia. But for all her power, there was one immutable w—she could never leave Forestia. She was bound to the world she had created, her influence limited to the portals she could open across the cosmos.
Her most devoted followers, the Royal Elves, were the pinnacle of her creation—the embodiment of beauty, wisdom, and power.
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The Hierarchy of the Elven Empire
The Elven Empire was a society of rigid hierarchy, where one's birth determined their destiny. Though all elves revered the Goddess Luna, they were divided by magic, longevity, and beauty.
1. The Royal Elves – The Pinnacle of Perfection
At the summit of elven society were the Royal Elves—beings of unparalleled beauty, intelligence, and magical prowess. They bore silver hair like the Goddess herself and possessed lifespans exceeding 5,000 years. Unlike others, they could wield all forms of magic—including the elusive Lunar Magic, which drew directly from Luna’s divine essence.
The Royal Elves were few, numbering in the tens of thousands, and their rule was absolute. Among them stood Queen Era von Forestia, the most powerful elf of her time.
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2. The High Elves – The Noble Guardians
Beneath the Royals were the High Elves, the aristocracy of Forestia. With golden hair and radiant features, they resembled the Royals in many ways—but there was one crucial difference. While they could wield most forms of magic with exceptional skill, they were incapable of using Lunar Magic.
Living for 2,500 years, they were the rulers of provinces, generals of armies, and schors of arcane arts. Some among them even surpassed Royal Elves in Light Magic, making them formidable warriors in their own right. They numbered in the millions, forming the backbone of the empire’s leadership.
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3. The Common Elves – The Foundation of the Empire
The rgest and most diverse group, the Common Elves, made up the vast majority of the empire—nearly 400 million in number. Unlike the Royals and High Elves, their magic was tied to their elemental affinity, reflected in their hair color:
Red-haired elves wielded Fme Magic.
Blue-haired elves commanded Water Magic.
Green-haired elves controlled Earth Magic.
Blonde-haired elves specialized in Light Magic and often served as knights of the High Elves.
Silver-haired Common Elves—extremely rare—were the only ones capable of Lunar Magic and were chosen as priestesses of Luna.
Though they lived for 1,000 years, Common Elves were denied positions of high power. Instead, they served as warriors, schors, and borers, bound to the rule of the higher csses.
This hierarchy was the foundation of the empire. And at its helm, ruling with absolute authority, was Queen Era von Forestia.
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Queen Era – The Moonlit Sovereign
In the grand halls of the Lunar Pace, Queen Era von Forestia sat upon her throne of silverwood, her gaze unwavering as she looked out upon her kingdom. With flowing silver hair and piercing violet eyes, she was the very image of her divine ancestor.
Her rule was unquestioned. A queen among immortals, a sorceress whose power rivaled the gods. She had ruled for over 3,000 years, her magic growing stronger with time. But for all her strength, there was one battle she could not win—the decline of her people.
The fertility of the elves—particurly the Royal and High Elves—had diminished over the centuries. With long lives came slow reproduction, and their numbers were dwindling. Though the Common Elves flourished, the ruling css that upheld the empire grew weaker with each passing millennium.
For decades, Era had sought a solution. And now, the Goddess Luna had provided one.
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A Glimpse Beyond the Portal
In the sacred chamber deep within the pace, the Astral Pool shimmered, revealing visions of another world—a pnet unlike Forestia.
A pnet teeming with life.
A world where creatures—humans—thrived in numbers unimaginable. A species unable to use magic, yet one that had built empires, conquered nature, and touched the stars.
Earth.
A world rich in resources. A world of strong-bodied, fertile beings—perfect for ensuring the survival of the Elven race.
Era’s lips curled into a smile.
This world would belong to them.
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A Decision Made
A portal to Earth could only be opened for a few hours and required immense energy. It would take days, sometimes months, to open again. But when it did, the first wave of elven forces would step through.
The Queen turned toward the assembled council of High Elves and Royal Generals, her voice firm and absolute.
“Earth shall be our salvation.”
Her eyes gleamed with determination. "We will take what is ours."
But to do so, they needed a leader—someone expendable, yet competent enough to command the first reconnaissance mission.
A prince. A warrior. A male whose loss would not be mourned.
And thus, the 56th Prince of the Empire, Dyug von Forestia, was chosen.
A male of royal blood, yet far removed from power—ambitious, cunning, and eager to prove himself.
The Queen rose from her throne, her gaze fixed upon the distant stars.
"Prepare the portal. The invasion begins soon."
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