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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Something Brewing

Silax exchanged contact information with Walton, then left the Archivum.

Although it was late, it was still earlier than he usually left whenever he came here. Silax decided to delay returning to Ælf's Garden and spend some time exploring the city.

He walked around was deep in thought, not fully conscious of where he was going. Suddenly he stopped, he realized that he had been following the smell of blood unconsciously.

Silax sniffed the air, he noticed that the smell was different from the compelling smell that resulted from The Sanguis Somnia.

He pulled up the hood of his cloak and decided to follow it. After walking for about a minute, he found himself in front of huge building.

A rich smell of blood was coming from the building, but it was somehow muted.

He approached the building from its side and walked towards the back.

As he drew closer, a voice snaked into his ears, worming its way into his skull.