"Look! They are beautiful creatures, aren't they?" The townspeople flocked toward the group of winged creatures that appeared to be floating parallel or vertically above the town square, their silhouettes dancing against the crimson twilight sky like celestial warriors descending from the heavens.If you have ever heard the flapping of pigeon wings, for example, that is what the flapping of more than a thousand Fey filling the city square sounded like. The rhythmic beating echoed through the ancient stone streets, reverberating off weathered walls like the drums of war announcing destiny's arrival.The Fey troops fulfilled their promise as allies and also helped Vellenor to fight later. Their armor gleamed with an ethereal silver light, each piece crafted from materials unknown to mortal smiths, bearing intricate engravings that seemed to pulse with inner qi.Ivien, the new chief of the Fey tribe, was seen flying low, no less than a dozen meters above the city square. His ceremonial r

Fey were not accustomed to living on flat land. Steep cliffs and high mountains were their preferred habitat, where the thin air and harsh conditions forged warriors as hard as the stone peaks themselves.No wonder the Fey race didn't refuse when offered the Maccanah Islands as their future home. Those islands were a tropical landmass filled with cliffs and tall mountains, resembling their ancestral homeland like a mirror reflecting cherished memories.Darkness still shrouded Nip North City, while mist rolled along the edge of the Salt Sea Coast. Morning was about to break, painting the eastern horizon with the first hints of golden light.The sea breeze blew hard, carrying grains of salty dew that stung the skin. The morning air was so cold that it felt like a dagger slicing through flesh and penetrating to the bones, making even hardy sailors shiver.The group moved stealthily, walking carefully along the deserted streets. They avoided the crowds like shadows fleeing daylight, their

That morning, Nip North City still looked quiet. The ancient cobblestones gleamed with frost, each stone reflecting the pale morning light like a thousand tiny mirrors scattered across the empty streets.Although the sun was shining brightly in the eastern sky, there was no sign of the usual hustle and bustle of a dynamic city in Nip North. All the residents were still fast asleep in their beds, their exhausted bodies wrapped in thick woolen blankets that smelled of lavender and old dreams.Perhaps this was due to the events of the previous night. The arrival of various alien creatures had caused excessive euphoria and a deep sense of confidence, to the point that the people of Nip North seemed unafraid of the impending war, their hearts burning with the fearless spirit of warriors blessed by heaven itself.Early that morning, after the alliance guests had departed and retired for the night, the Enchanter gathered the people in the town square. In his brief speech, the Enchanter asked

The scent of the forest, the scent of cedar trees, spread everywhere. "The elves are giving off the sweet scent of forest plants!" whispered the guards to each other, their voices filled with wonder and barely contained fear.All the city soldiers looked alert and ready. Although there were no more than a hundred members, considering the large number of soldiers stationed in the city and in the camps on the shores of the Salt Sea, their spears and arrows were ready to be fired.This was a precautionary measure in case something unexpected happened before the Enchanter came out to meet these strange people. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a blade, every soldier's nerves stretched taut as bowstrings ready to snap.Behind the young-looking Elf stood a thousand other Elves, their bodies and features resembling those of their leader at the front. All the soldiers shivered upon seeing the strange creatures that resembled women but also resembled trees, beings that seemed

Both of them flew again, shrouded in fog, getting closer to Mount Matafail, which was full of fiery sparks that danced like angry spirits. The sky grew darker and the clouds turned black as the sun faded behind the mountains like a dying ember.Meanwhile, the moon was still nowhere to be seen on the horizon, leaving the world bathed in an ominous twilight. The two supernatural beings circled Mount Matafail, flying around in circles like patrols, their keen eyes scanning every detail below.Mount Matafail was silent and shrouded in magic, but no matter how strong the magical formation was, there must be a weak spot somewhere in its defenses. Aura Mahat and Nevertary cautiously tested the area, searching for an empty gap in the layers of the magical formation to slip through and approach the white tent like shadows seeking their prey.In the dim, twilight of the night, six points could be seen flying out of the magical formation on Mount Matafail, emerging like bats from their cave. The