Eira working in the Aether Fields

Eira was furious. Her naked body slick with sweat and dirt from working in the hot sun. Her large breasts swaying with every step as she hauled heavy buckets full of shattered aether crystals to the transport caravans. All of the men in her village had been killed by the invading orcs, and only the strong women were kept alive as slaves to work. They were being forced to mine aether from the very soil they swore to protect, and the earth was quickly dying all around them as a result. Soon these lands would become barren and dry just like the other dead zones the orcs had passed through. She didn't know what the orcs wanted with the aether, but she knew that without the crystals in the land, dark monsters would be able to congregate freely once again in her homeland. Whenever one of the other elf girls refused to work, they would be dragged to the breeding pits, never to be seen again. As much as Eira hated working in the hot sun desecrating her land, she feared those pits more than anything, and worked hard to ensure she would not be dragged off there.