Sowhere in the Garden of Dreams, where the land of elves was located, a torrent of water appeared near the empty shore. And as it died down, four figures made their appearance; they had fish-like tails, but as they moved their way towards the land, their tails changed into legs and feet.
Accompanied by a smile on her face, Kizhaiah Atlantica strode towards the elven territory; however, the inverted arch on her lips vanished when an arrow almost struck her on the head. Without the obstruction of one of her guards’ trident, she would be a corpse by now.
"Move! Chase the assailant!" The man beside her ordered, and two of the servants sprinted where the arrow ca from.
With just the two of them remaining, the guard conveyed his thoughts to her queen.
"My Queen, the situation in the other part of this place is getting out of hand," he said with a troubled expression.
"The centaurs are getting bolder with each passing day," Kizaiah comnted, but she didn’t delve into it any further.
The next second, several elven warriors arrived at the scene and gave their greetings to the queen of sirens.
"The princess is already waiting," they said.
Kizaiah let out a smile and extended her hand before replying. "Lead the way."
Afterward, the warriors moved, and there was uncertainty in their every step. They kept on watching the sidelines as if expecting sothing to co out of the bushes.
"Is there a problem?" Kizaiah asked upon noticing the strangeness in the elves’ behavior.
"I-It’s nothing; it’s just that centaurs are getting more aggressive than before," the elf with a spear responded.
In light of this fact, the queen of sirens gave her servant a side glance before nodding. But soon after, two figures ca out from the side; this made the elves raise their weapons, however, after seeing two sirens erge behind the thick bushes, they dropped their spears and let out a sigh of relief.
"Our Queen, please forgive our incompetence; he’s way too fast," the servant stated after they kneeled in front of their queen.
"Raise up my soldiers; that’s not sothing you need to apologize for," Kizaiah answered.
The glamorous lody of her voice soothes her servant’s worries. Then, without further ado, all of them marched their way towards the royal elven mansion.
It took them half an hour to reach the huge tree with vines glowing a pale blue hue.
The queen of sirens stared at it for a second.
’I couldn’t help but be enchanted by it every ti I ca here,’ she thought.
In the middle of her amazent, a voice so lovely greeted them and captured her attention.
"Kizhaiah!" It yelled from a distance.
It was none other than Crescent, the elven princess. As soon as she closed the gap between her and the queen of sirens, she threw her arms around her body.
The elves showed their respect by distancing themselves from the two, while Kizhaiah’s servants stood still behind their queen.
"Why did it take you so long to visit?" Crescent complained, burrowing her face in the queen’s chest.
Kizhaiah let out a smile and returned her embrace, then caressed the elf’s silky blonde hair.
"It’s just that I stumbled into a book with an interesting topic; do you want to hear the contents of it?" She asked while still wearing a smile on her lips.
Upon hearing her question, Crescent got out of the hug and stared at Kizhaiah’s deep-blue eyes, which looked like a bottomless abyss, before giving her answer.
"Yes! I would love to!" She exclaid in excitent.
Then the two of them sauntered towards the Royal Elven Mansion, and during their walk, Kizhaiah started to open up.
"Hmnn, where should I start?" She paused for a second and chuckled while rembering what she had read.
"It’s an old record about forgotten demon races. Intriguing, isn’t it?" She continued.
"I’m not fond of demons, but I’ll still listen," Cresent answered.
"Then let share with you just one. If I’m not mistaken, this has sothing to do with the human’s prophecy. Though that’s not important right now, Cinhard is dead after all," Kizaiah replied. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes upon her ntion of the demon king’s na.
"According to this book, a very long ti ago, there were eight cardinal demon races that were banished from the surface of our world. They’re all races that I didn’t hear from my entire life, but there was a certain race that caught all of my curiosity: the soul devourers," Kizaiah said while continuously tapping her finger on her cheek.
"Soul devourers? It’s my first ti hearing such," Cresent uttered. Curiosity was now written on her face.
"Yes! Soul devourers; based on that record, they were demons with the ability to extract and collect the souls of those they killed. It even stated that they could use that soul’s Legacy," Kizaiah imparted.
"But it’s not what caught my attention; it’s their power to make soone their familiar and not just a simple familiar," she added, her eyes gleaming with exhilaration.
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Familiars were commonly known as beast companions; they entered into a master-servant contract with the one who summoned or tad them; most of their summoners were humans and elves.
Those who had this ability were called beast tars; however, this class was not that popular as a certain affinity and minimum level of energy were needed to make a contract work. Added to this, there were beasts that refused to listen and fed on their master’s life force. There were even cases where the master was killed and eaten by their very own summons.
In regards to this, humanity banned this profession as it was deed dangerous. However, it was not the case with a certain demon race called soul devourers; they could make soone their familiar by extracting their souls and imprinting their energy into them before placing them back in their respective bodies, and these were not limited to beasts; all beings with souls could be their familiars.
But soul devourers were quite ticulous; they didn’t make anyone their familiar; only those they acknowledged as worthy and strong enough to stand by their side gained their approval, and being a soul devourer’s familiar had its privilege.
They could use one Legacy from their master’s arsenal aside from their own as long as they were granted permission.
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The man stared at the ripple above the lake. He searched for his opponent’s presence, but it was fading little by little as seconds passed.
"Hmnn, now it’s ti to catch those two," he conveyed, assuming his victory as he couldn’t find the revenant’s exact whereabouts.
Then he turned around. He looked to where Zeno and Sinclair had run off, but when he was about to leave, he noticed a projectile coming underneath him.
"You didn’t learn at all; your ice is nothing in the midst of explosions," the man said, then he moved his hand and adjusted his eyeglasses.
The swarm of fireflies flew towards the icicle and interrupted its trajectory. They detonated themselves, causing another series of explosions that lit up the night sky.
However, despite all of those, the man felt a burning and chilling pain in his abdon, and as he looked into it, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes in bewildernt.
"What?" He was taken aback upon seeing the thin, red icicle piercing his body.
At the sa ti, the revenant smirked underwater.
’Heh, it looks like my guess is right; frozen blood lts longer than water,’ Ruq thought while looking at the man’s troubled expression.
Then, after, she repeated the sa pattern that she used earlier. She made a sharp blade of ice and slashed her left wrist. Blood poured out of her veins, and without wasting an ounce of ti, she froze her blood into thick needles before covering them with ice made of water.
With just a swing of her hands, the projectiles she created were launched above the surface of the lake, all of them aiming towards the man hidden behind the swarm of fireflies.
’Please reach him,’ Ruq begged for her attacks to connect.
However, his opponent was not that dumb to let himself be punctured twice by the sa thod. He moved away to evade the incoming frozen projectiles.
"Nice try, but I’m not rooted in a single spot! Aim better!" The man ridiculed and taunted the revenant at the sa ti.
He pulled the icicle from his abdon and threw it back into the lake with a smile. But a second later, his expression turned grim, and he started to cough up blood.
"Y-you!" The man exclaid, gritting his teeth in anger as he looked at the icicles piercing him from behind.
The next second, an iceberg erged from the water, with the revenant standing on top of it. She stared at the man who was wreating in agony, then raised her hand and gestured for him to co.
"I’ll give you a piece of advice; this will not be the sa as before," she said.
There was now a glimpse of hope present in her eyes, and a na written in red capital letters was engraved on her neck.
’ELIANA’
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