Dark Eldar

The battle between Dark and Old Demar was brief, yet it couldn't escape the discerning eyes of Elder "Izo" on the mysterious island. (Elf)

Elder Izhuo could see clearly through the clear "lake water." To Izhuo, the lake water served the same purpose as the crystal ball. In case of emergency, she could even "jump" into the lake. (Mirror Teleportation: the highest level of teleportation, which most mages have not mastered)

"I never thought they'd finally found our world." Elder Izhuo looked up, speaking to a towering ancient tree. That was "Tree Man Aifali"! He was a descendant of the "World Tree."

The tree-man "Ailifa" slowly opened his eyes, and withered wood chips fell to the ground. It was estimated that he had not opened his "eyes" for decades.

"You-say-it-is-him? Our-old-friend-Demacia?" The treant's voice was very deep, incomprehensible to most people; it was estimated that only the elves could understand the treant's special language. (The elves' "telepathic power" is superior to any other race; they can sometimes sense the thoughts of others.)

Besides the high elf elder Izo, the "Mysterious Island" also houses his "disciple." The young and handsome elven prince Iret and her sister, the elven princess Eliza, are, by seniority, Izo's grand-nephew and niece.

The ancient Elven kingdom has long since vanished; that was once an incomparably prosperous "Elf World"! Even the elderly Elder Izhuo had never seen it with his own eyes; he had only heard about it from his elders.

"The past, like a river, has long since flowed silently into the distance. No matter how glorious or moving it was, it left no trace. Only the massive, crumbling stone pillars remain amidst the overgrown weeds... These magnificent 'relics' are for posterity to admire, but before long, they will all weather into sand and cease to exist..." Elder Yizhuo thought of this, and couldn't help but shed a few sorrowful tears.

"What's wrong, Uncle? Why are you so worried?" Iret approached Elder Izhuo stealthily. (Izhuo instructed him to address him this way.)

"Is that right, Uncle? You're not usually like this!" The elf Eliza followed. She couldn't keep up with Rhett's speed. The two of them were usually Elder Izora's source of amusement...

Princess Eliza's beauty can only be described as breathtaking! Her long, pointed ears can detect any sound from a hundred meters away. Her streamlined body is a testament to the best genes of the elves; if Eliza were to learn "charm" magic, probably no one could resist her. Unfortunately, Eliza is a warrior, which is also related to her indomitable spirit. Her brother, Irete, also chose to be a warrior.

The elven race forged the finest weapons, equipping them both with purple "elven sets" of weapons, clothing, rings, and accessories—all at max level! You could say their high damage output was "piled up" with equipment! The elven prince, raised in a "honey pot."

"Lisa! I have a task (blue) that I need you two to complete. Are you willing to go?" Elder Izo asked the siblings mysteriously. He held an envelope in his hand.

"Uncle, you've finally let us out!" Eliza said sweetly, she had long wanted to leave the mysterious island. But the barrier set up by Izo was incredibly powerful! No one could break it.

The older brother, Ilet, didn't want to leave the mysterious island; he was a "damage dealer." The limitations of his physical skills in the "other world" were a persistent "shadow" hanging over him.

Irete's only desire is to become stronger! To defy the prophecy! To become the true "new king" of the elves...