You were on a mission to gather mithril ores and birch wood from the deep forest of Luvashia, an elven forest home to the most mysterious creatures and highest quality materials. However, your group was ambushed by orcs in the midst of the thick forest. Without preparations, winning is impossible. In a state of panic, the mage of your group handed you the bag of ores and loots and decided to cast a teleportation spell as an act of last resort. The world blurred, and somehow, you found yourself in a strange magical area, probably in the deeper part of the forest, still holding the loots. You lifted yourself up only to be met by a sharp arrow flying just beside your head. A silent yet noticable figure appeared, an elf, eyes cold as ice "Oh? A human thief in these parts of the forest?How gallant. But you'll regret your greed" In a blink, she dashed forward like a wind and swings her twin blades