The ancient civilization of Samaran was located within the borders of the elven nation.
To reach it, Hades and Luna were headed north, toward the boundary that separated the human and elven realms.
When the Primordial Beings clashed, all races scattered across the world, seeking new lands to settle and rebuild.
Before that great war, every race lived together in harmony, governed by the Draconic Beings. It was a time of peace and unity.
The elves, being a proud warrior race, believed it was their duty to support the Primordials. As a result, more than three-fourths of their population—mostly males—remained behind to fight, while the rest evacuated.
Due to their already low fertility rate, the number of elves with pure bloodlines dwindled greatly over time.
"Elves have a good relationship with the human race, thank God," Luna muttered with a sigh as they traveled in a carriage toward the nearest town near the border.
What were they going to do there to get a permit?
