Yves had crossed paths with an elf and lived. He had seen an elf through second sight, and whatever it was that he had seen, it had stared back at him.
He was a fledgling wizard of just half-eights, on his first journey through the dense forests of the Great Western Plains. This venture marked the commencement of his training at the academy, a treacherous path that led through the Veridian Expanse. The Veridian forests spanned a vast and perilous wilderness that served as the inaugural trial for aspiring novices and their familiars. Yves and Midnight navigated a journey fraught with dangers, but nearing the heart of the forest, the towering spires of the academy eventually loomed into view.
In the midst of the dense foliage, a harrowing scene unfolded before them — two figures racing past; an aged wizard and his familiar, a black Jabarrah bird. The wizard bore severe wounds, and the Jabarrah, clinging to his tattered coat, faltered at the precipice of death, his body battered, with wings broken and feathers torn. They fought the most terrifying battle Yves had ever seen.
In the shadows of the forest, Yves witnessed the emergence of dark light, ethereal beams of void, unleashed by the wizard upon his relentless pursuer, the elf.
The elf was but a flicker at the edge of perception — he moved with such swiftness that Yves only recognised him when he had already closed the distance. The elf ensnared the wizard with an unseen force, suspending him mid-air, contorting and torturing his body, ripping apart the wizard’s limbs, his presence and magic shaking Yves to the core.
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𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿
𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿
𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿
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𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿
𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿
𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿
𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿
𝖓⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿𝖎⃦̳̿𝖘⃦̳̿𝖊⃦̳̿𝖓⃦̳̿𝖔⃦̳̿
Elves are sickly, nightmarish entities of pure, unrestrained and unbearable noise.
Their presence distorts all senses of a wizard. Their existence is a living dissonance, a disorienting and jarring scream that warps everything around them. Their breath is the guttural rushing of flooding fire, their voice the roar of an inferno – both silent to the ear but devastating to the mind. Their being devastates the gentle melodies of the forest; a violent, chaotic clash of sound capable of driving even the most composed wizards to madness. Their laughter erupts as high-pitched shrieks that shatter shards and crystals, and their screams echo like the wails of a thousand tortured specters.
Elves are sickly,
nightmarish entities of pure, unrestrained and unbearable noise.
Their presence distorts all senses of a wizard. Their existence is a living dissonance, a disorienting and jarring scream that warps everything around them. Their breath is the guttural rushing of flooding fire, their voice the roar of an inferno – both silent to the ear but devastating to the mind. Their being devastates the gentle melodies of the forest; a violent, chaotic clash of sound capable of driving even the most composed wizards to madness. Their laughter erupts as high-pitched shrieks that shatter shards and crystals, and their screams echo like the wails of a thousand tortured specters.
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