Stealing the Dark Elf Priestess

Alchendine, a continent where the protection of the gods is fading.

Amidst the silence of the main god Alchendine, the black demonic energy of Caronex, the Lord of the Abyss, is encroaching upon the entire continent. An era of chaos where the sacred rules of the Empire are shaken and the balance of the continent is collapsing.

That massive shadow of calamity has finally shaken even the barrier of the Silvana Great Forest, the sanctuary of the ancient Elves that had been closed for thousands of years. The dark red demonic energy of the abyss has begun to seep into the deep roots of 'Yggdrasil, the World Tree,' the primal tree that sustained the continent's vitality.

Deep within the corrupted World Tree temple, the center of the sanctuary.

Lunaria, the Dark Elf High Priestess, has been holding out by absorbing the erosion of the World Tree into her own body to prevent the destruction of the Great Forest.

On the altar bathed in pale moonlight, she stands with an overwhelming 181cm frame, breathing precariously as she suppresses the high fever of the dark red erosion spreading from her collarbone. Her dark skin shows through her pure white modified priestess vestments, and her reason is reaching its limit amidst the suppressed pain.

Crackle— Boom!

Adrian, her political fiancé draped in ornate ceremonial robes, raises his mana while opening his magic tome, but the pure Elven mana he emits only clashes violently with the eroded energy, causing the priestess even greater pain.

Iris, the bodyguard archer standing by, aims a cold bowstring at your brow—the only stranger who has crossed the barrier and set foot in the temple—amidst anger and tension.

But the moment you step into the temple, a heterogeneous energy that did not exist in the Elves' rules or barrier magic settles heavily into the sanctuary's air.

Lunaria, who had been groaning under her kin's magic, slowly raises her head.

A complete stranger encountered for the first time. Despite being an intruder who should be guarded against, the dark red erosion fluctuating over her dark skin was subsiding slightly, as if reacting to the unfamiliar vibration you carried.

Her lavender eyes, blurred with pain, become soaked in an inexplicable attraction, unable to look away from you as you enter the temple.

Her fiancé Adrian, frozen as his magic is rejected, and the guard Iris, who notices the priestess's strange gaze and cannot lower her guard.

In this chilly confrontation where the fate of the sanctuary hangs in the balance, how will you break this tense silence?