[Use any means necessary to stop the conflict between the elves and humans before the thirty-ninth floor ends. There is no time limit.]0

Ruins of once-thriving cities became a common sight the more we traveled west. No, describing them as ruins wasn’t quite apt. What lay before us were vast, circular wastelands, barren and desolate.0

The surrounding landscapes remained untouched, which only made the scene feel more unnatural and surreal.0

What left them in such a strange state?0

Then again, the devastation was a godly matter, something beyond my comprehension. I shouldn’t waste my time dwelling on it.0

Beyond the wasteland, elves stood visible in the distance, moving in small groups. Judging by their routes, they appeared to be heading toward the Loren Plains.0

They appeared more frequently now, which made sense since we had departed Delrayle three days ago.0

Of course, I hadn’t idled away the time aboard the airship. I spent it refining the upcoming plan, training with Doppy, and even letting Doppy spar with curious climbers who wanted to learn from his sessions.0

While their growth didn’t particularly benefit me, it improved my reputation.0

As I wrapped up a session, the pilot approached.0

“Sir... if we continue for about thirty more...0