Elven Bow Oblivion 소설 & 이야기

the elf greeted in turn, placing a hand on his heart and bowing. "Allow me to interrupt you while your minds are occupied with the dwarven rebellion, but..." Augustine began before seeing, out of the corner of his eye, on one of the surveillance screens, a dwarf setting fire to a doll in the shape of an elf. "Is it possible to access the Vermilion Bird's domain from here?" The elf contemplated the vampire for a moment. His long, pointed ears bobbed up and down, showing how intrigued he was by the question from this high representative of the races.

With a flick of his finger, Lior sent Vargos hurtling back into the ranks of his own soldiers, a sonic boom following the impact. Aziel fought at his side, his movements a blur of lethal precision. "He is mine, and I am his! The bond has merged our souls beyond repair. You cannot break what you cannot even comprehend!" Suddenly, the battlefield shifted. A veil of shadow descended, and Elowen, the lead witch, emerged from the haze, her hands wreathed in black flame. "The ancient blood awakens!" she shrieked, her voice frantic. "Lior, your nature is not wolf! You are the Void-born! Choose us, and we can contain the hunger. We can control the force that wants to consume you!"

Complications relating to cursed status. Calista bent slightly, lowering her face nearer his again. From where Elowen stood, the angle blocked by floodlight glare, she couldn’t see his expression—only Calista’s, lit by the ghostly flare of the relic still pulsing faintly in his chest. Elowen took a step. Another. Her muscles shook with each one, belly clenching hard, sweat stinging her eyes. Sniper dots crawled in tandem, aligning like hunting insects. Behind her, she heard Soryn curse in a language older than the Tribunal, felt the old Lunaris magic gathering like a storm held barely in check.

Shadows stretched unnaturally, crawling along the ground, reaching for something they couldn’t name. Then Elara stepped into the center. Her black robes were stitched with forbidden runes, glittering faintly with their own cold hunger. No smile touched her lips. Hunger alone flickered in her eyes. She raised her arms, and her voice cut through the silence like glass: “Korrvak nesh taloum… grahnak velmuirch. Os’hallonn. Drevuuk.”

I thought for a split second and realized what Adam meant. I took a breath and closed my eyes, I clenched my fists then straightened my fingers, releasing all my emotions there, the energy that was inside me. Then I feel it. My weapon was already out of my fingers, just like what my Mother’s had. I opened my eyes and looked up, where I was sure the statue of Nos was up there. Right before my eyes. “I am Cyllina Ivybow, daughter of Deruna Ivybow, Dryad of the Elden Wood. My friends and I came here to bring the witch who will pay for her sins in this holy place. Let us in!!”

Elowen stepped toward the center platform beside him while servants lit the ceremonial flames around the altar one after another. Blue fire illuminated the room. Mother Elvya lifted the ceremonial blade. “But blood and by moon,” she said softly, “I accept the bond.” Elowen already knew the oath now. That somehow made it worse. Draven held out his palm first. Mother Elvya sliced the blade lightly across his skin. Blood welled instantly. Then she turned to Elowen. Elowen clenched her jaw but extended her hand and the blade sliced across her palm. Pain stung sharply.

A figure strode through the smoke and starlight. She was ancient hair white as moonlight, skin translucent, eyes burning silver. Her robes were woven from night itself, constellations shifting across the fabric. High Priestess Elowen, Keeper of the Crimson Tomes. The entire court dropped to their knees—even Seraphina. Elowen did not bow. She walked straight to the dais, unrolled a scroll older than the palace itself, and began to read in a voice that echoed with power older than language. “When the Prince of Eternal Night tastes the blood of the Sun-Born,

At first, her hand sparked with golden energies in the form of thick fire, not red, but yellow as the sun—leaving no burn on her skin nor her sleeves; the next, these energies compressed, slowly forming into a long, golden bow. Kael glimpsed in amazement at the glowing weapon, hugged by the golden flames. He had learned before that elven magic was connected to the Tree of Genesis, where its roots had spread around the world. It’s where the elves drew their magic from, using some kind of spells and prayers. But what he’s seeing now had crossed the boundaries of his imagination. He wondered if the bow was an enchanted-class weapon, as it’s the only class which could be called upon by the wield

The Drulian twirls the whip once more, her eyes glowing violet, before she allows the weapon to disappear. Then, she sets her gaze on Eliana who stands on the gallows. Rage rolls through her, vibrating her tattoos. Raising her left arm, a glimmering bow begins to form from her skin. Once complete, she reaches her other hand forward, pulling back a violet arrow that comes into creation with every move she makes. She pulls the arrow taut, aiming at the noose around the Princess' neck. In her peripheral, Olisnia notes the movement of the human woman that had spoken previously. She pivots towards the lever that releases the door beneath Eliana.

'' NOIR asks in a angry voice . '' What's the meaning behind all of this '' Stella asks . '' Eris say something ?' Arthur pleads . '' What do you want me to say ? i love you ?'' oh so embarrassing she blushes . '' All were shocked to see Eris's strange behaviour . '' Anyway , my daughter has promised i will give you the heavenly bow and spear come with me '' says the elder elf . '' Okay '' saying this Arthur went with him near the river . Elder elf puts his hand in thewater and chants '' oh holy spirit of water and the guardian spirit of elves grant me the permission to weild the heavenly bow and precious arrow '' .