Elf Holy City, Holy Hall.
The emerald dome shimmered with magnificent runes under the starlight, while the dignified and pure giant tree divine statue reflected a dreamlike glow in the illumination of crystal magic lamps.
The High Priest knelt before the Divine Throne, as always, with closed eyes praying for the Mother Goddess of Creation's blessings—
Knowledge, technology, magic... It is through these sporadic gifts over a thousand years that the Elf Clan has risen to the heights of continental rulers today!
Suddenly, the giant tree divine statue burst into brilliant radiance, and golden light swiftly filled the entire Holy Hall.
The High Priest's heart was shaken, then his face broke into ecstatic joy:
"The Oracle! It's the Oracle!"
With fervent eyes, he worshipped toward the Divine Throne, silently chanting praises to the Mother Goddess of Creation.
A golden scroll appeared in his hand, which he raised above his head, awaiting the impression of the Oracle.
