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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.

The Crimson Elf

Driven by the irresistible urge to take to the skies, Silax walked up to the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the courtyard in the center of Ælf's Garden. The curtains had always remained drawn, ensuring that the rays of the sun were kept out of his room.

He pulled the curtains open and took in the sights of the stunning garden that lay surrounded by the hotel. He pressed a button by the side of the window, and a whirring sound spread through the room as the windows began to spread open.

The cool night breeze blew into the room as the air whooshed around him. With a hesitant tremor, he unfurled the wings and stretched them to their full, magnificent span.

Tentatively, he pushed off the ground, his feet barely touching the floor. He hovered, a mixture of exhilaration and fear warring within him. He was certain that there was no one in the garden, and he had looked around to confirm that the other rooms had their curtains close, with their lights out.

Radix