This Calls for a Conference
A world that had its roots terminated.
The skies turned blood red, with cracks spreading from one direction to another, revealing a murky darkness that lay beyond it. It was as if everything was bathed in an eternal sunset glow.
In this god-forsaken place, a large castle stood high and mighty, as if not letting anything disturb its presence. Its white material shone like it was the only light source that could be seen around.
Atop the said castle, on one of its tallest spires, two figures stood.
One was a woman with elven features, wearing a deep green dress that seemed to be made of plant materials. Her figure was definitely something that would make one turn their heads and gander. However, the sad expression on her face was breaking her ephemeral atmosphere.
"... Lord Ein, it's all over..." The elven woman, Althea, muttered with a tone as if she was about to sob at any moment.