Thousands of years ago, the tree of life withered. As the darling of magic, the elf lost the favor of the gods overnight.
The elves were once the most arrogant race. After that day, they fell from the clouds into the mire. The elf possesses the beauty that the world covets, but has lost the ability to protect itself.
The elves are numb in thousands of years of sinking. They accepted it as if it were their fate to be born into slavery.
Until they met Caitlin.
Elves are always upright, kind, and peace-loving. But Caitlin is different.
"If the gods deprive the elves of the right to use magic, then why can't they raise the swords and knives in their hands?"
Intention: self-reliance, pursuit of freedom