"So, that's the story," Astra said calmly, sipping her tea.
Leon sat silently, his face tangled in deep thought.
"So that's it... now I finally understand," he murmured softly.
What Astra told him matched exactly what Miranda and the First Elder had revealed earlier.
Long ago, the Evil God and his army launched a covert attack on the Elven lands—an assault made possible by the betrayal of the Giant Race.
Yes, the Giant Race—the very ones who betrayed everyone at the height of the war against the Evil God.
Had Luminus Troya not intervened, Amon Crimson and the allied forces would have wiped them out completely.
It was the Giants who deceived the First Elder—the Elven Queen at the time—and created the opening the Evil God needed to launch his invasion.
Exposed and vulnerable, the Elven defenses were brutally breached.
Countless lives were lost—about one hundred fifty thousand Elves fell. This tragedy became a dark chapter in their history, one they could never forget.
