(Yuuta's Unknown Past)
Yuuta stood in complete silence as the farewell ritual slowly reached its end.
Hundreds of elves moved together beneath the World Tree, their steps so graceful that words failed to describe them.
Every movement carried purpose. Every gesture blended perfectly with the ancient hymn echoing across Fallen Haven, making it feel less like a dance and more like a prayer offered to the world itself.
The ground began to glow.
The countless seeds the elves had planted only moments earlier burst with life, blooming into radiant flowers filled with pure mana. Their petals shimmered with green and golden light as they swayed gently to the rhythm of the Song of the Fallen.
Yuuta's breathing unconsciously slowed.
He now understood why the melody had always felt familiar.
It wasn't merely a song.
It had been written...
For those who were forced to leave everything behind.
For those who had been forgotten.
For those who wished to return home one day.
