Elven Kingdom.
At the border gates, guards stood watch.
It was a peaceful day like usual.
Then one of the guards squinted into the distance.
"Is that... a rabbit beastman?"
His partner turned to look.
A single figure walked along the main road toward the gate. Pink hair. Long rabbit ears. A casual stride as if she were taking a leisurely stroll through her own backyard.
The first guard's face went pale.
"Sound the alarm."
"What? It's just one…"
"SOUND THE ALARM!"
Within moments, horns blared across the kingdom.
The peaceful atmosphere shattered.
Elves scrambled in every direction. Warriors grabbed weapons. Civilians fled indoors. Mages took positions along the walls.
Emergency protocols that hadn't been activated in decades came to life.
All because of one woman walking down the road.
…
Deep within the kingdom, the Elf Saintess's head shot up.
That alarm...
Her heart nearly stopped.
No. It can't be.
