Three of the elf people stood on the very edge of the foggy borderland and looked down from the hill at the blue river and green hills, at the trees with bright red trunks. From the place where the three were, the elven world looked bright, like a child's drawing, unclouded by any filth, inaccessible to any evil.

And so it should have remained forever. But the terrible gray bloodthirsty creatures that flooded the neighboring Kingdom, where the descendants of the human king and the elven princess rule, have now come to their world. There are many monsters... and no one knows where they come from.