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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

Tyla turned to leave, then she paused for a moment.

"One last question." she said, her voice low.

Silax raised an eyebrow, silently granting her permission.

"Your deal with Florin… it's not going to be just taking a cut of the profits from the mining operation?"

A cold glint entered Silax's eyes.

"Yes, Tyla. My needs now extend far beyond a mere percentage. I intend to have a say in the selection of mined gems. That would guarantee a steady supply for Maku's store."

Tyla's lips pressed into a thin line, then after a moment of contemplation, she nodded curtly.

"Just remember, the Dark-Elves are a proud tribe. Don't underestimate them, or their reach."

With that final warning, she took her leave, leaving Silax to stand alone in the hallway.

Call To Arms