The Foundation of Cooperation

North, Black Forest

In the dark forest, a beam of green light shot between the black pine trees. He was impossibly fast, crossing thousands of feet within a second. Half an hour later, he'd broken out of the Dark Forest and was in the icy wintry world of the North.

Here, he continued northward. Five minutes later, a giant fortress made purely from bones appeared before him. This was the darkest and most terrifying structure in the North—Skeletal Fort.

Once, this was the residency of the Dark Serpent's first owner. Now, it had become the camp of the Army of Destruction.

When the green light was around six miles away from the Skeletal Fort, two Level-9 four-winged fallen angels flew up to meet it on either side. Their spears formed a cross in the sky. One cackled coldly. "High Elf, flying is forbidden here. Descend if you want to live!"