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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

Sanguis Soiree

"Welcome, my fellow nobles of the night, to tonight's Sanguis Soiree."

All eyes turned towards the secluded group of five. One of them, a figure radiating authority, had stepped forward.

"How about some refreshments to start us off." He proclaimed, his gaze sweeping over the assembled vampyres.

Silax's curiosity piqued, prepared to witness the next act in this macabre play unfolding beneath the crimson gaze of Aethel, the blood moon.

The vampire who had spoken, the apparent leader of this gathering, waved his hand dismissively. From a side entrance, several figures emerged, not vampires, but humans.

These unfortunate souls, their eyes glazed and vacant, moved with a disturbingly obedient shuffle, their bodies seemingly devoid of their own volition, oblivious to the horrifying reality that awaited them.

The leader his face hidden beneath his mask, spoke once more, his voice now dripping with a predatory relish, echoed through the chamber.