Passing through the golden Triumph Stone Gate, the Frost Elves' vision gradually became clear.
They appeared on a vast plaza.
This is the Elf Forest, the coastal city of Milovia.
The place Frost Elves left a thousand years ago, and also the endpoint of their journey home.
Fresh air greeted them, warm sunlight poured down on them.
They excitedly raised their heads, and in their vision was a vast blue sky and the golden sun hanging high above.
"The sky, I see the sky! Just like the ones described in books!"
"Mother Goddess above, is that golden orb the legendary sun?"
Their voices were filled with excitement.
Curiously observing the sky so different from the abyss, the elves closed their eyes in intoxication, deeply breathing in the pure and sweet air...
The pure and rich magic power, carrying the fragrance of nature, cleansed their souls.
As natural magical creatures, this is inherently the most suitable place for elves to live.
