That's what Allen told Scott.

On a whim, the young female mage summons a demon in the basement of her home that is far beyond her control, and although she succeeds in sending it back to hell, she causes a huge explosion that kills her parents and two sisters.

The female mage, who was overly smart and confident, always got everything she wanted, and had never suffered any setbacks, could not accept the consequences and was frantically trying to save her loved ones. However, even Scott and Cele Brian couldn't help her with this.

She began to seek the power of the necromancer, but the necromancer was unable to restore life to a dead body. In desperation, Lydia returns to Ankerland alone, the underground vault they stumble upon during an adventure.

Celebrian had said that it was a cursed place, and that the elves were extremely taboo, and they agreed that it was best to forget that they had been there, but because the dwarves insisted in great displeasure that "there is no need to help them hide their secrets, even if they don't reveal the elves' old roots", they ended up not destroying the entire crypt completely, as Scott suggested, but symbolically knocking out the symbol from the altar.

That was a mistake.

By then, Lydia had recognized the strange symbol on the inside of the black altar - though it was a little different, it was a mark reserved for necromancers, designed to summon the souls of the dead underground. But no one could have imagined that one day she would return there and pray for help from hell.

Alan didn't tell Scott, and caught up with Lydia with the rest of his companions, trying to stop her, and as a result-

"I saw ......" Iss whispered to Scott of the visions he had experienced beneath Anchorland, which were apparently what had happened, but he couldn't figure out why he could see them.

Scott shook his head in the same daze. Keller Brian might be able to explain...... But where is he now?

"At least you buried Lagun. Scott reluctantly smiled at Is, "Alan thought that place had already collapsed......"

He remembered the old dwarf who laughed like thunder and snored more like thunder. Nia always likes to play tricks on him and hide away. Let the dwarf roar like thunder, "I'm going to split that little thief's head in half!!"

But now...... They're all gone.

He was silent for a long time, until Iss seemed to be uneasy, and habitually poked him with his finger, and then came back to his senses.

"I should do my best to help Lydia...... At least she shouldn't have been let go like that. Scott whispered. "I know what it's like. I also used to watch my parents' cold bodies lie in front of me, thinking that if there was any way to wake them up, I would do it, no matter what the cost. ”

But what she is doing now has nothing to do with resurrecting her relatives. Isis said.

Scott almost held his breath at the mention of his dead parents - did he even know that his parents had died at the hands of Ankramaras......?

But this topic, he will never take the initiative to bring up.

He also didn't like Scott's tone of voice where he felt he needed to take responsibility for Lydia to become what she was. It was her own choice, after all.

"Definitely. Scott sighed, "I always thought she was dead in Ankeland until I saw this...... Until Keller Brian told me she was alive. She must have found something in Ankeland. ”

"But the place had collapsed, and there didn't seem to be anything left in it...... The elf might know something. Iss remembered the necromancer he had killed, and he had probably found something there. And the elf is quite attentive, he should search the corpse of that mage.

"Celebrion said that the elves would never mention that place...... No, he said then, the elves probably didn't know there was ever such a place. Scott recalled. "How did Norway know?"

"Nia brought a silver coin from there, and he gave it to me, and I gave it to Ed, and Ed gave it to the elves......," explained Is, suddenly thinking that it might really be fate.

"Maybe Novi doesn't know as much as you remember. Scott looked at Ise thoughtfully, "About Ankland, you...... Or what did your ancestors know?"

"Not too much. Isis struggled to remember. "Most of them are just ...... heard".

Ankelan existed for an extremely short period of time, less than a hundred years from its establishment to its destruction. At that time, human civilization was just beginning to sprout, and the world maintained a delicate balance and relative tranquility in the battle between elves, dwarves, and orcs.

It was also the most glorious era before the elven civilization began to decline. The divided races were reunited, and the elves living in the north gradually moved south, in the dense forests of the south. Grivar replaced the more ancient Delea as the center of the Elven Kingdom. The city of wonders is the pride of all elves, even the dwarves will be amazed by the intricate architecture of the giant trees. And in the eyes of human beings, those graceful and noble beings are worthy of worship like gods.

But the elves are not gods. Their belief in the gods is more religious than that of humans. The connection with the gods is also stronger than that of humans. So when he heard that there was a group of elves who claimed that there was only one true god, that he had created everything and then left, and that the gods were just one of his creations, but had stolen the world in vain and tried to control all the races, a spotted leaf dragon that lived near Grivar gloated and flew around the entire continent in a gloating circle, informing all the dragons it knew to come and see the excitement, and even the ice dragon in the far north could not help but fly thousands of miles to the south to find out.

The leader of that group of elves was a mage. His father, who was also a mage, was silent and mediocre in the eyes of the other elves, but in one way an unsurpassed genius - he created new life.

That was absolutely not allowed. Only gods can create life, and every elf knows this from an early age. But the mage, whose name no one even remembers, silently created more than one creature in the basement of his home out of pure curiosity or instigated by some demon.

If it weren't for a puppy with wings on his back who slipped out of the basement and fled back in panic when he was discovered, leading a curious elf girl to that blasphemous place, no one knows what else he could have created.

The mage vanished quickly and silently. Together with his wife, two sons, and all the creatures he created. However, more than three hundred years later, the youngest son of the mage. Ankeland, however, reappeared, and began his revenge in a way that no one could have imagined.

Three hundred years is enough for a human kingdom to flourish and then decay to destruction, but it is only the time for an elven boy to grow into adulthood. No one knows exactly what happened to Ankeland, but he returned with incredible power. He destroyed the tower dedicated to the supreme god Omer, the only magnificent building in Grivar that rose above all the canopies of the forest and grew in height as the trees grew, loudly declaring that his magic was not given by the gods, and therefore could not be taken away by the gods. The only true God guides His path. Let him free all the elves, and even all the creatures, from the control of the false gods.

The elves, stunned, failed to react in time and watched him leave. However, the punishment of the gods did not befall the arrogant mage, as the priest of the elves, had predicted. On the contrary, more and more young elves are attracted to the absolute power. I chose to follow.

The dragons were already in small numbers, and most of them had no intention of getting involved in the fight, just to watch the show as spectators. They also don't think Ankeland can really win. Even the dragons don't know if what Anclan says is true or not, but the gods have controlled the world for many years, and it is true that they are getting less and less involved, but that doesn't mean they will let it go and ignore such blasphemy.

But there is a dragon - Estanari. A flame dragon known as "Blazing Wing", young, bold, impulsive and aggressive like all fire dragons, has no qualms about joining Ankran's ranks and becoming the mage's most powerful ally.

It has never expressed belief in everything Ankeland claims. But the dragon is recognized as the only ancient creature in this world that was not created by the gods. When Ancrane rode the dragon over the forest. Using his magic and the breath of the Flame Dragon, he instantly destroyed the army sent from Grivar to capture him, but not a single tree was harmed, and more elves joined his ranks.

They established their city in what is now known as the Forest of Sorrows, named after Ankeland. The ancestor of Is, an ice dragon. I once took a look at the city when it was built. It doesn't have the slenderness and elegance that elven buildings usually possess, and is more of a fortress than a city.

Immersed in peace and pride for too long, the elven king Sefdeon, who was accustomed to a leisurely life, did not really realize the crisis until then. His army was still countless times stronger than Ankland's, but with Ancrane's magic, the tiny city had successfully fended off attacks on it time and time again.

The Elven Kingdom experienced a turmoil within it as a result. For nearly fifty years, Ankeland was almost unheeded, but strangely stuck in that forest, neither taking the opportunity to expand his power nor proclaiming the one true God, for "no one can call upon the name of God," and that "true God" did not even have a name.

Bored, the dragons left one by one, and in the end, only the original spotted dragon witnessed the end of the story.

When Grivar's civil strife was over and the new Elven King Almers ascended to the throne, he re-sent his army to fight against the blasphemous city. That war was won silently. Is's ancestors had returned to the north, and they had only heard that when the elves broke the defensive magic of the forest without any resistance, they first entered the city, only to find that there was not a single living person in the city.

It was a dead city, covered with dry bones and silent, and no one even knew when or why the rebellious elves died. The elves claimed that it was the punishment of the gods. A rebellion in the name of God ended abruptly. And Blazing Wing, the Flame Dragon, was nowhere to be found, and no one heard anything about it again.

It took Armers and his successors nearly a millennium to erase all traces of Ankland's existence. Everything Ancrane claimed, even a little spark left, was enough to strike at the elves' increasingly fragile faith.

Until now, only the dragon remembers the deliberately forgotten city - but who would listen to a dragon tell it all?.