Elf Forest, southeastern core area.
A group of strangely dressed elves were shuttling through the forest, exploring.
Most of them wore simple hemp robes and wooden armor, with only the first three dressed in luxurious battle attire.
The leader was fully armed—
He sported a rare red afro, wielded a delicate scimitar, and wore heavy armor that didn't quite match his elven companions, looking rather smug...
It was Demacia.
As he moved forward, he talked to his teammates behind him, whose eyes were shining:
"Heh heh, newcomers, we're out of the safe zone now, and you guys will gradually encounter the legendary Demon Beasts!"
"The battle mechanics in this world are very realistic and hard to master. So if you don't want to die, make sure to coordinate with your teammates during battles, don't go solo!"
"Heh, although dying means you can resurrect, without perfect resurrection attempts, you'll drop back to level 1."
"But don't worry! The three of us will back you up!"
