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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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Silax stumbled into his room feeling drained. It took a lot of effort for him to remain standing. He dragged himself into his training chamber, grabbed a flask from the top of the barrels, and gulped mouthfuls of blood.

A wave of relief washed over him as he felt his body fill with Radix. He readjusted his posture and stood upright, his stamina returning.

He took off his cloak and took another look at his arm. The purple lines had only reduced by a few inches. It had taken every bit of Radix in his body to fight against that little bit of purple energy.

Being able to pull the rod out from the ground wasn't the only difficulty a vampyre faced, surviving the invasion of the foreign force was also a herculean task.

Silax went back into his room, he tossed the rod onto his desk, crashed onto his bed, and drifted off to sleep.