Elysia Genshin Novels & Stories

“We were attacked and somehow you got separated from us. You were attacked by one of the Shtrigas and passed out, right when I found you. It will take some time for you to feel 100% again, so you will have to take it easy and rest.” I nodded my head and looked down at my folded hands. “What are Shtrigas?” “In layman terms, a soul eater. They feed on people's souls and if you are ever lucky to get away from one it takes a bit to recover.” “Are we in Daemonium?” I ask with some hesitancy and he nods. I look out through the balcony doors and see an orangish purplish sky behind some mountains. “How long have I been out for?”

She turned—and the construct blurred just enough that she could glimpse him through it. His body in the core chamber, one hand braced on the base of the pillar, blood on his sleeve, face turned toward her where she stood locked against the interface panel. His mouth moved around her name again. “Lys.” The word cut through white rooms and kill codes and all the places in her that still wanted to obey. “I’m here,” she whispered. Elara followed her gaze and sighed. “This is what you choose?” she asked. “A man. Again.” “No,” Lys said. “Not a man.”

It was a battle of wills, a collision of power that held the fate of the realm in its balance. Elysia's movements were a dance of precision and agility, her form a blur of elemental transitions. She shifted seamlessly between forms, embodying the essence of earth, water, fire, and air. Each shift was accompanied by a surge of energy, a symphony of colors that painted the battlefield in a mesmerizing display of magic. Her eyes blazed with determination, a reflection of her unwavering resolve to protect the realm she hel

Elysia has a trick in her sleeves. She gazes at her reflection in the looking crystal on the wall, long raven hair, too pale skin, and the most she hates about herself are those things on her head and the black membranous wings on her back. Without them, she thinks she will look pleasant. It does not surprise her when her reflection disappears, neither is she when it appears again seconds later.

"So, what do I do as Goddess, anyway?" Len put down his pen and thought for a minute before turning to me. "Well, you can take gems by taking a hair, Erys seems to be able to eat gems to destroy them. Why don't you two work together? If I'm not around, you may take the gems of the tainted and give them to Erys. He can sense the purity of a soul. His job is to help take the tainted to Abyssia." Awkward. The only thing worse than seeing an ex you still love is working with that ex. And this was a rather interpersonal job. "Why does it feel like a hopeful match making?"

Elysia, looking at the illustrations of past guardians, mused, "But why me? What is it about my essence or destiny that places me at this juncture?" Malachi, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, replied, "Every guardian has a moment, a test that defines them. This is yours, Elysia. And we'll face it together." Isolde, her gaze fixed on a particular symbol, exclaimed, "Wait! This emblem, it's akin to the one near Elysia's figure. It's associated with the realm of dreams and visions. Maybe we can seek answers there." Ezra, excitement evident in his voice, said, "The Dreamweaver! An ancient realm where the past, present, and potential futures entwine. It's risky, but it might provide the

The burning eased to a dull throb, and the world settled into stillness once more. The High Cleric lowered his voice. “The Goddess’s will flows through you. Can you feel it?” Elysia looked at her hands. The gold beneath her skin pulsed in steady rhythm, deliberate and alien. “Yes,” she said, though the truth was stranger. She could feel something, but it was not peace. It was tension, a second heartbeat she could not name. “Good,” he murmured. “Through you, the Light shall cleanse the world.” He turned to the gathered priests.

Even Koa chuckles softly from the side, watching me work my strange, human magic. Elysia comes next, shy and trembling, her hands fidgeting in front of her chest. She’s tiny but fierce, scarred from rejection and battles she never asked for. I take her hands in mine, letting the mindlink thread through us, guiding her pulse, her heartbeat, her breath.

Core. Inside were six suspended tanks. Five were shattered. The sixth still glowed. Inside floated a girl who looked just like Evryn—except her hair was silver, and her eyes glowed violet. The nameplate read: E.V.E.R. SUBJECT 01 – ELAIA. Suddenly, Vale’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Now you understand. You were the prototype, Evryn. But Elaia is the final form.” The tank hissed. Elaia’s eyes opened.

Elara, gripping her staff tightly, exclaimed, "By the stars! What monstrosity is that?" Lyria, her face pale but determined, responded, "That is the Eclipsion, a creature birthed from Meranthia's darkest memories and regrets. It's the embodiment of our past mistakes." Seraphina, summoning her energy, declared, "Then it's a part of this realm's history we must confront." Liora glanced at the others, her voice laced with apprehension, "Remember the anthem. Our unity, combined with the song's power, might be our best chance."