Game of the World Tree

As the deluge of memories poured into her mind, Evé’s senses underwent a sudden shift, and everything around her began to change.

The players were no longer there.

The crumbling ruins of the city had also vanished.

Even the grotesque local inhabitants that transformed into monsters and were battling the players were nowhere to be seen.

The clamor of the battlefield—the shouts and clashes of combat, the crackle of flames, and the rumble of collapsing structures—all diminished as if submerged underwater, growing quieter and quieter until it vanished completely.

Before her very eyes, the world itself seemed to suddenly dissolve akin to a drop of ink spreading in water.

When she looked around again, Evé realized she was in a completely unfamiliar space.

It was an ancient, crumbling place, exuding an overwhelming sense of desolation and eerie surrealness, as though it’s illusory.

In this strange space, a long, narrow passage stretched out before her.