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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 · ファンタジー
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106 Chs

Hints Of Origin

Silax's eyes glinted ominously in the light of the Archivum. He stared at the man for a couple of seconds, then leaned away from the towering spines lining the shelves.

The man followed him to a table in a secluded corner of the Archivum.

Silax gracefully pulled out a chair, its wood groaning under the unfamiliar weight. His pointed ears twitched, picking up the tremor in the man's hand as he settled into his seat.

"Before we delve into your anything, it would be courteous to know your name."

The man was slightly startled. He rubbed a hand over his unshaven face, leaving a dark smudge across his cheek.

"Apologies." The man said hoarsely, his voice rough as if from disuse.

"Walton. My name is Walton."

Silax inclined his head in a gesture of acknowledgment.

"Walton, then. Tell me, what makes you believe that what I seek is the same forgotten knowledge you seek, and that it has anything to do with absorption?"