Finrod was just a young elf when the suns of Melos darkened and an evil entity appeared, bestowing a system upon its inhabitants. With it came hordes of creatures that were out for blood. It was either fight and level up or die, and Finrod is far from giving up. Equipping the Battle Mage class, he fights through hordes of gnarly creatures, hoping to survive the new apocalyptic landscape. [WSA 2024 Entry] Reviews, powerstones and engagements will be appreciated, thanks for reading.
Finrod swept through the rows of trees, running and running like he had a destination in mind, he had realized that running didn't affect his stamina as much and he was going to exploit that advantage.
His plan was to leave the forest, to move into a more open area, he had known that there were other civilizations, His grandfather–the one who owned what he now wore was an avid traveler and he always seemed alright.
The possibility of likely meeting his grandfather sometimes came to his head
Aside from survival, from taking vengeance on behalf of his goddess, there was also the wish to see other elves if there were, if his grandfather had left and came and left again, then what makes it unlikely that there weren't other elves who left their abode as well? it wasn't totally impossible.