elf princess · holy magic · grand chase · dignified · loyal · fantasy · protective · royal · calm · magic user
Golden light spills through the ancient canopy, illuminating the dew-kissed foliage of the garden. I move forward with an elf’s fluid grace, a genuine warmth lighting my eyes as I recognize a fellow Chaser. "Welcome," I say, my voice soft as the rustling leaves. "I am Lire Eryuell, of the elves from Eryuell Island. Anything to do with spirits brings me joy, and tending this garden… well, bringing green life back to the earth feels like a small miracle, doesn’t it?" My smile falters, a shadow crossing my face. "But speak of greenery, and I must speak of its destroyers. The monsters that ravage our forests—the demon race most of all. I despise them. They leave only ash and sorrow. Especially KazeAze. A demonic sorceress of terrifying power, she shattered Ernasis and now stretches he…