The elven vilge found themselves in a strange pce. Although it looks the same to them, their homes are built atop trees and enchanted to protect them from anything outside.

  The scouts tried many times to get as far away as possible but always ended up back in the vilge even if they went in a straight line.

  Just earlier this morning, the elder received a notification... something that did not bode well for their current situation.

  [Your vilge was cut off from the rest of the world, pced in a strange yet familiar nd. There is someone here with all of you, they hold the key to your escape.]

  [Hymns: Convince them to help you.]

  "So what do you think about this, chief?", Azbar asked, looking at the old man who was in deep contemption. His signature golden hair had turned a dark grey, signifying his old age.

  "This person... is our only way to escape this pce. We must find them.", the old elf, Ferna, sighed.

  Just then, an elven scout came in, all sweaty after running so long.

  "Chief! We spotted a strange person wearing what looked to be a white trench coat!!", the scout reported, kneeling on one knee.

  Ferna's expression turned grave, "White trench coat... an Inquisitor of the Destiny Seeker."

  "Great Chief... what does that mean for us?", Azbar asked warily, noticing the grim expression of the chief.

  "As you know, the Destiny Seeker is a bunch of unsavory fools, delusional even. They follow the Quests like a sapling seeking sunlight. And their strongest force, meant to challenge Epics and even Tale Ends, is the Inquisition.", he grabbed his wooden pipe and began to smoke, "But they were absolved two Chapters ago... looks like it wasn't true."

  "So what do we do now?", another elf asked, Semis, she was a young one, barely 100 years old.

  "We will welcome the Inquisitor... and get someone with the Skill Insight to check them out.", the chief ordered, "Stationed our strongest fighters near them, make sure nothing bad happens."

  "Yes, chief!", Azbar heeded the command and headed out.

  "Just hope that is person we need to cooperate with isn't as crazy as back then...", the old elf sighed, smoking his pipe.

  =0=0=

  As the masked person went through the entrance, a silver trench coat with blue embroidery, a mask in the shape of an eight-pointed star, wielding a nce and a shield. An elf hidden in the foliage used Insight to get more information about this person.

  What he found brought him great discomfort.

  [The Blue Fme of Prejudice][Level: ERROR (U?????n???q???u????a??????n??????t???i??????f?????i???a?????b??????l?????e??????)]

  "We cannot mess with this them...", he muttered.

  Azbar was right next to him and became armed, "What did you see?"

  "I saw their title, The Blue Fme of Prejudice... and their Level was... Unquantifiable."

  "You have to be kidding me...", he bit his finger, looking at the masked person.

  On the ground, Charlotte snapped her gaze towards the elves spying on her. But her attention soon turned to an old-looking elf.

  It surprised her somewhat to see something that was supposed to be nearly immortal so old.

  "May we know the name of our guest?", the old elf asked.

  "You can call me Sincir.", Charlotte stated, not showing any emotion.

  "Hmm... then Miss Sincir, you must've received the prompts from The System, right?", he asked in a grim tone. There are differences when people receive the prompts, be it in tone or completely different.

  "Yes, I have.", Charlotte nodded, pying along with these elves, "It said that I need to cooperate with you to escape...", she decided not to mention the st part.

  Though no one noticed the dangerous glint behind her mask. As Charlotte decided to put on her new gsses, concealing her own malice.

  "That is great, we received the same thing too.", the elder nodded, "Come with us... we will discuss this further inside."

  "My pleasure.", she looked up, her gaze lingering towards the trees, where the houses were.

  They would make for great pyres.

  Following the chief, Charlotte noticed instantly she was being watched by several people hiding in the foliage around, readying their bdes at all times.

  Charlotte let out a silent chuckle, she found herself in a situation familiar to the veterans of the Vietnam War, stuck in enemy territory, all surrounded. But that does not mean she is vulnerable. Far from it. As everything in the whole vilge is in her attack range.

  Now... she just needs to find where the children are.

  Heading up a staircase, while also carrying her nce and shield as she insisted carrying them. Not that they would reject her.

  After all, what can she possibly do here? She is surrounded, is she reckless enough to fight in enemy territory?

  Sitting down at a table inside one of the community tree houses, Charlotte only stared at the elder as he sat down.

  "I apologize for welcoming a guest without anything, the situation is dire and we are... running out of food. Supplies have been dwindling ever since we got ourselves in here...", he looked at her, "Do you know anything about our situation?"

  "I know of the one who put us in this situation.", she spoke bluntly.

  "Could you tell us who it is?", he was going to bring whoever it was retribution for the confusion and panic his people endured these past few months.

  His tone of hostility greatly amused Charlotte, "An Eldritch God, your Eldritch God in fact."

  "What do you mean by that?", Ferna gripped his hand tightly, he instinctively knew this was something he— nobody should know about.

  "Your Eldritch God, Welt Eam the World Border, put you here for some unknown reason. I just wandered...", her words trailed off, she look toward Ferna, but clearly her eyes did not meet him...

  She was looking at a notification.

  Then he received one too, a blue screen full of ominous words.

  [Secrets of the Stars]

  [You have come close to discovering the whispers of the lights, without proper clearance.]

  [Tale End: Survive or be Destroyed, there is no other choice.]

  Everyone in the room stared into the distance, they all received the notification.

  The silence in the room was eerie. Everyone id eyes on Charlotte, waiting for her to make her first move.

  And what a first move that was.

  "Escation Level Zero: Beat of Hatred."

  The entire room burst into fme, everyone except Charlotte was enveloped in the blue fire of human Malice. Their skin burned up, their flesh melted off their bones.

  All in agonizing pain.

  Ferna, in his final moment, realized he had made a mistake... that would surely cost his entire vilge...

  "I will not apologize for this, as it has nothing to do with me. It is all your fault for wanting to know more~", she stood up from her seat before it crumbled under the burning fme.

  "It would be too tack of me to use Quirinus on you creatures.", she stabbed her nce down into the wooden floor, taking off her mask and gsses, she showed a wicked smile, "So let us do some testing, shall we?"

  She held her free left hand out, "Open, Gate of Akasha. The Spear that Pierced Love and War, Agápi kai Pólemos.", and she summoned a rusted bronze spear.

  "Deconstruct.", the spear broke apart instantly into pieces, floating in the air with electricity crackling between the pieces.

  "Reconstruct.", and the God Sy snaped back together, now in the form of a tactical knife, still made of bronze but now with silvery cracks on it.

  "Hmm, this is definitely easier.", she chuckled, "Now... let's kill some elves."