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The Crimson Elf

Silax a young elf struck by a mysterious illness that takes away his ability to get stronger, yearns for a cure and a way to get stronger. Legend whispers of the World Tree, a mythical entity rumored to hold the key to ultimate power and unmatched healing. Reaching it promises not only a cure but also a chance to reclaim what was taken from him. Driven by ambition and a thirst for strength, Silax leaves home. He spends years searching until one day his efforts bear fruit. What he finds is not the blessing he anticipated, but a curse. It requires a sacrifice, a darkness that must be embraced to wield its might. A power fueled by darkness and life force absorbed from others. This dark power grants him immense strength but test his morals. Torn between ambition and morality, he must make a choice. Embrace his monstrous nature and achieve his goals at the cost of everything or give up on this power to protect the world from its danger. This is a story of the corrupting nature of power, the sacrifice and the cost of achieving ones goals, and the blurred lines between ambition and self-preservation. It's a tale that explores the lengths one might go to in the face of mortality.

kynikoiTDM · Fantasie
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106 Chs

Attending The Synod Moot

Silax closed the lid to the box and placed it on the desk.

"How much did this cost you?"

Tyla shook her head, a smile still lingering on her face.

"That's not important. I believe it's nothing compared to what you deserve."

Silax's face still remained vacant of any expression.

"You didn't have to."

"I know that, but I thought it was the perfect gift for you. I've seen you practicing the etching of runes. You're still an Initiate, so etching runes would be extremely difficult considering the amount of Orenda you have. This helps eliminate that problem."

Eventually he smiled and thanked her for the gift.

"Thank you Tyla, I really appreciate. I'm going to put it too good use."

- - -

While Tyla and Silax were discussing the vimmarkr, Callon was getting ready to attend the Synod Moot with Tyla.

He stood in front of the full-length mirror in his room, admiring his clothes.