Game of the World Tree

【 NO…THIS CAN’T BE! 】

Time always seemed to pass by quickly inside the game.

At least, that was certainly the case for those players who had become addicted to playing Elven Kingdom.

Even with their game time accelerated at four times the normal speed, players still felt the days slipping by in a blur.

Before they knew it, more than two months had slipped by in Seigües. The once-crisp autumn skies had dulled, giving way to the relentless march of another harsh winter. Yet, due to the continent’s predominantly southern location, regions such as the Desert of Death and the Dark Mountains remained largely unaffected by the seasonal chill.

However, in the northern reaches of the Elven Forest, winter had already made its quiet descent. The first snow had fallen, blanketing the ancient woods in a hushed layer of white.

During these past two months, the dragons had already sent their emissary to the Elven Forest twice.

However, due to their long lifespans, these great draconic beings remained largely indifferent to the passage of time, and so, as always, their emissaries arrived late.

Nevertheless, with each visit, the players welcomed ten more prospective Dragon Knights into their ranks.