Chapter 232: Legacy
At that certain era, the blood elf was known as the greatest elven ingenuity.
By the time the young elven children successfully transformed into one, they would already have a level of strength comparable to that of an adult elven warrior.
When they began showcasing their formidable innate ability, most eleven magus can't stop them.
The Elven Queen Azhara was greatly pleased; despite the fact that hundreds of other young elven children were sacrificed in order to allow the birth of a dozen blood elves.
Years later, when they had deemed as ready, one blood elf was all needed to take over one world.
The blood elf then would wage war with the neighboring world, which would result in the total destruction of both worlds. In the end, the said blood elf would be left as the last one standing and successfully advancing its realm. The more war they involve the stronger a blood elf becomes.
Billions of lives were carved and sacrificed for the bloodbath path, in the creation of the legend that resounded through the generations, one that was remembered for eons.
Unfortunately, the legend was slowly dwindling until they finally disappeared from existence, causing no more blood elf to be found within the nine realms for very long times
These were the memories that suddenly came into Tristan's mind the moment after he succeeded to unlock the memory fragments.
It took him quite some time to process and comprehend all of them, and when he did so, he realized he was back in the room.
Tristan looked around the room with the blood pillars and he noticed the glass shards were no longer there. He didn't even spot the slightest trace of them. On the other hand, the blood figure had somehow managed to transform into a figure that looked strikingly similar with his current elf body.
"You have succeeded as requested." said the blood figure, who Tristan now knew as Virtaz, the said owner of the body he currently occupied.
At the same time, Tristan could clearly feel the room they were in right now starting to shake and it gradually grew violent. The ground was violently vibrating, causing Tristan to feel as if the floor was raised from the ground.
Then as he wondered if the room he was in would crumble and sent him to his death, Tristan started to see the walls opening up rapidly, creating several window-like holes on them. The sudden change caught him off guard that he didn't know what to do.
Moments later, he turned his gaze outside of the room and he was greeted by the view of the blood lake once again, which seemed to be slowly surrounding the room. The sight of the lake of blood gradually approaching him subconsciously sent chills down his spine.
Lastly, the middle of the room where the memory fragments previously were suddenly opened up and revealed what appeared to be a stairs going down. However, the sight of its entrance covered in chains had successfully stopped Tristan in his curiosity.
Looking at such constructs being created directly in front of him, Tristan became confused and asked the figure who was staring at him all this time.
"What is the meaning of this?! What's exactly going on?!"
Facing the frantic questions from Tristan, the blood figure, Virtaz, opened his mouth and began to calmly speak, "Just calm down and listen. I'll explain and you can ask questions when it's over."
Apparently, the whole lake was a miniature world created by him and it could only be entered via the soul. This wasn't something extraordinary as others also had similar capability to achieve this. However, there were differences.
Some magus or any cultivator would choose to create such a domain in their spirit core, but for a blood elf who had no spirit core, they were forced as well as naturally chose their heart as the space to create this domain.
"The heart is known to be the vessel that pumps and circulates blood; it's extremely appropriate, don't you think?" Virtaz asked with a smile.
As for the construct that existed before Tristan's eyes: the room with blood walls and the stairs that headed downwards, Virtaz told him they were created to explore and unravel the deep, inner secret of the blood elf.
"When you have strengthened your soul to a certain level, you will be able to break the chains. You then will be able to go deeper and find the next memory fragments."
"More fragments?!"
Tristan showed a shocked expression when he heard the fact that there were more fragments and there was still a very long road ahead of him to fully explore the secrets of the blood elf.
"Can you tell me how many more there?" asked Tristan while pointing his finger to the chained stairs.
"3…" replied Virtaz, which was received with a sigh of relief. However, Tristan immediately turned to the former when he heard the figure's muttering. "That I know of.."
Looking at the unsure expression on the blood figure's face, an exasperated look appeared on Tristan's face.
"What do you mean that you know of? Weren't you the one who created them?!"
Virtaz was seen nodding at Tristan's inquiry. "Indeed. I'm the one who created the constructs. But you must know that the blood elf was created by elven magic combined with the blood of something else."
"What is it? Whose blood?" asked Tristan quickly, curious.
Unexpectedly, Virtaz didn't immediately answer the question. Instead, a contemplative look appeared on his face for a few moments before he shook his head dejectedly.
"I don't remember.. After all, I am but a remnant of a dying soul. However, I'm sure you should be able to find them within my memory, or rather, memory fragments."
Turning his eyes to the enigmatic stairs again, Tristan strangely felt an urge to break the chains open, to head down and see what hid beneath. He got an intense feeling as if it was his own memory that was being locked inside.
If one needed a vivid depiction, it was exactly like the sensation of suddenly forgetting something that seemed very important, and the mind couldn't help but think about it all the time. That was how Tristan felt when he looked at the stairs.
Quickly, Tristan steered his focus away from the stairs lest he be tempted to do anything that he would regret later. Afterwards, he recollected his thoughts and looked at Virtaz.
"I have absorbed the memory fragment as you requested. Now, let's get back to the previous topic. You said you will help me. How do you plan to do that?"
The last thing Tristan remembered before he arrived here was his heart being basically ripped out of his body. And with the figure before him saying that the heart was an important vessel for the blood elf, wouldn't this become a problem?
As if he had expected Tristan's question, Virtaz calmly said, "I have one drop of my blood's essence that I have been keeping all this time. But I believe that this last remnant of my soul would be destroyed as soon as I used it."
Hearing this made Tristan both surprised and a little suspicious.
"Why would you do this?"
Virtaz stared at Tristan, causing him to sweat profusely, before looking up at the sky.
"I have lived too long and now my complete soul has long gone. This is the only way to maintain my legacy. At least, now that my memory is absorbed by you, it will mean I will still be living through you."
Tristan then understood Virtaz's demand to absorb the memory fragments before agreeing to help him when he heard his reply.
Virtaz took his gaze off the sky and looked directly at Tristan. "I almost forgot about her.. My sister Nisha" Virtaz then return to stare at him "Thank you. Thank you for making me remember her again."
Before Tristan could reply, he saw the other party started to glow brightly before slowly dissipated into motes of light. But before he was completely gone, Virtaz said,
"This is my gift for you, Tristan. Now Give them hells"
[1 High God blood cell was found]
[Extracting and filtering the blood cell]
[Your soul was greatly enhanced]
[You have reached Katra stage 4]
[Blood Legacy skill's prerequisite condition met]
[10.000 Blood Essence gained]
[The host's body has been destroyed. The host requires completed reconstruction.]
[Body reconstruction cost 5000 Blood Essence]
Immediately, Tristan could feel his soul being pulled as his consciousness faded into darkness.
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Written and Directed by Avans, Published by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,
Check out video and other link through my new website www.avans.xyz
By the time the young elven children successfully transformed into one, they would already have a level of strength comparable to that of an adult elven warrior.
When they began showcasing their formidable innate ability, most eleven magus can't stop them.
The Elven Queen Azhara was greatly pleased; despite the fact that hundreds of other young elven children were sacrificed in order to allow the birth of a dozen blood elves.
Years later, when they had deemed as ready, one blood elf was all needed to take over one world.
The blood elf then would wage war with the neighboring world, which would result in the total destruction of both worlds. In the end, the said blood elf would be left as the last one standing and successfully advancing its realm. The more war they involve the stronger a blood elf becomes.
Billions of lives were carved and sacrificed for the bloodbath path, in the creation of the legend that resounded through the generations, one that was remembered for eons.
Unfortunately, the legend was slowly dwindling until they finally disappeared from existence, causing no more blood elf to be found within the nine realms for very long times
These were the memories that suddenly came into Tristan's mind the moment after he succeeded to unlock the memory fragments.
It took him quite some time to process and comprehend all of them, and when he did so, he realized he was back in the room.
Tristan looked around the room with the blood pillars and he noticed the glass shards were no longer there. He didn't even spot the slightest trace of them. On the other hand, the blood figure had somehow managed to transform into a figure that looked strikingly similar with his current elf body.
"You have succeeded as requested." said the blood figure, who Tristan now knew as Virtaz, the said owner of the body he currently occupied.
At the same time, Tristan could clearly feel the room they were in right now starting to shake and it gradually grew violent. The ground was violently vibrating, causing Tristan to feel as if the floor was raised from the ground.
Then as he wondered if the room he was in would crumble and sent him to his death, Tristan started to see the walls opening up rapidly, creating several window-like holes on them. The sudden change caught him off guard that he didn't know what to do.
Moments later, he turned his gaze outside of the room and he was greeted by the view of the blood lake once again, which seemed to be slowly surrounding the room. The sight of the lake of blood gradually approaching him subconsciously sent chills down his spine.
Lastly, the middle of the room where the memory fragments previously were suddenly opened up and revealed what appeared to be a stairs going down. However, the sight of its entrance covered in chains had successfully stopped Tristan in his curiosity.
Looking at such constructs being created directly in front of him, Tristan became confused and asked the figure who was staring at him all this time.
"What is the meaning of this?! What's exactly going on?!"
Facing the frantic questions from Tristan, the blood figure, Virtaz, opened his mouth and began to calmly speak, "Just calm down and listen. I'll explain and you can ask questions when it's over."
Apparently, the whole lake was a miniature world created by him and it could only be entered via the soul. This wasn't something extraordinary as others also had similar capability to achieve this. However, there were differences.
Some magus or any cultivator would choose to create such a domain in their spirit core, but for a blood elf who had no spirit core, they were forced as well as naturally chose their heart as the space to create this domain.
"The heart is known to be the vessel that pumps and circulates blood; it's extremely appropriate, don't you think?" Virtaz asked with a smile.
As for the construct that existed before Tristan's eyes: the room with blood walls and the stairs that headed downwards, Virtaz told him they were created to explore and unravel the deep, inner secret of the blood elf.
"When you have strengthened your soul to a certain level, you will be able to break the chains. You then will be able to go deeper and find the next memory fragments."
"More fragments?!"
Tristan showed a shocked expression when he heard the fact that there were more fragments and there was still a very long road ahead of him to fully explore the secrets of the blood elf.
"Can you tell me how many more there?" asked Tristan while pointing his finger to the chained stairs.
"3…" replied Virtaz, which was received with a sigh of relief. However, Tristan immediately turned to the former when he heard the figure's muttering. "That I know of.."
Looking at the unsure expression on the blood figure's face, an exasperated look appeared on Tristan's face.
"What do you mean that you know of? Weren't you the one who created them?!"
Virtaz was seen nodding at Tristan's inquiry. "Indeed. I'm the one who created the constructs. But you must know that the blood elf was created by elven magic combined with the blood of something else."
"What is it? Whose blood?" asked Tristan quickly, curious.
Unexpectedly, Virtaz didn't immediately answer the question. Instead, a contemplative look appeared on his face for a few moments before he shook his head dejectedly.
"I don't remember.. After all, I am but a remnant of a dying soul. However, I'm sure you should be able to find them within my memory, or rather, memory fragments."
Turning his eyes to the enigmatic stairs again, Tristan strangely felt an urge to break the chains open, to head down and see what hid beneath. He got an intense feeling as if it was his own memory that was being locked inside.
If one needed a vivid depiction, it was exactly like the sensation of suddenly forgetting something that seemed very important, and the mind couldn't help but think about it all the time. That was how Tristan felt when he looked at the stairs.
Quickly, Tristan steered his focus away from the stairs lest he be tempted to do anything that he would regret later. Afterwards, he recollected his thoughts and looked at Virtaz.
"I have absorbed the memory fragment as you requested. Now, let's get back to the previous topic. You said you will help me. How do you plan to do that?"
The last thing Tristan remembered before he arrived here was his heart being basically ripped out of his body. And with the figure before him saying that the heart was an important vessel for the blood elf, wouldn't this become a problem?
As if he had expected Tristan's question, Virtaz calmly said, "I have one drop of my blood's essence that I have been keeping all this time. But I believe that this last remnant of my soul would be destroyed as soon as I used it."
Hearing this made Tristan both surprised and a little suspicious.
"Why would you do this?"
Virtaz stared at Tristan, causing him to sweat profusely, before looking up at the sky.
"I have lived too long and now my complete soul has long gone. This is the only way to maintain my legacy. At least, now that my memory is absorbed by you, it will mean I will still be living through you."
Tristan then understood Virtaz's demand to absorb the memory fragments before agreeing to help him when he heard his reply.
Virtaz took his gaze off the sky and looked directly at Tristan. "I almost forgot about her.. My sister Nisha" Virtaz then return to stare at him "Thank you. Thank you for making me remember her again."
Before Tristan could reply, he saw the other party started to glow brightly before slowly dissipated into motes of light. But before he was completely gone, Virtaz said,
"This is my gift for you, Tristan. Now Give them hells"
[1 High God blood cell was found]
[Extracting and filtering the blood cell]
[Your soul was greatly enhanced]
[You have reached Katra stage 4]
[Blood Legacy skill's prerequisite condition met]
[10.000 Blood Essence gained]
[The host's body has been destroyed. The host requires completed reconstruction.]
[Body reconstruction cost 5000 Blood Essence]
Immediately, Tristan could feel his soul being pulled as his consciousness faded into darkness.
----------------------------------
Written and Directed by Avans, Published by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,
Check out video and other link through my new website www.avans.xyz
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