You are really living it up here, aren’t you?

In the middle of nowhere, a small elven establishment where not even level 100 elves resided, there was a little farm with lush green plants growing on it. 

A young elven girl was carefully tending to this farm, with her gentle hands caressing each plant with love and warmth. 

However, if one looked closely one could see that there was also something else apart from the love and warmth, a gentle nourishing green glow that made the plants healthier.

The plants were nothing special, just staple food. But the elven girl seemed very happy to use her potent magic for seemingly nothing.

It was a very tranquil and enchanting atmosphere and her hair swayed in the wind as she continued doing the same thing in a very carefree and relaxed manner.

Some people might find it boring but she seemed peaceful and satisfied.

Days passed by in the same manner when suddenly one day a hateful voice interrupted her tranquil life.