Prequel
The greatest terror is the moment when the light disappears.
The dark encroaching sky is like closed eyelids, covering up the vibrant elven world into a colorless world of black and darkness. Time stretches into a very long clockwork in the fearful heart, as if it has reached the end of life and is lifeless.
Inside the Temple of Oman. The great Elf King frowned, and the Simariel gemstone ring on his slender index finger shone erratically, intermittently, and reflected on the relief of Ea above the temple, making the peaceful and peaceful statue of Ea seem a little more gloomy.
A baby's laughter sounded in the distance, causing the Elf King who was deep in thought to tremble all over. The loud sound traveled freely in the air, and the dark particles lurking in the air were defeated one after another.
It should have happened, it really should have happened. The king who walked out of the temple looked up at the sky where the light had returned and couldn't help but sigh.