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墨書 Inktalez
Aiven and Elf stood at the bow of the ship, gazing out at the hazy expanse of sea ahead. The surface of the water rippled gently, shrouded in mist, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. The vessel swayed lightly with the push of the waves, and inside the cabin, a profound silence reigned, broken only by the soft whisper of the sea breeze.
"Are we almost there?" Aiven asked softly, uncertainty lacing his voice and anxiety flickering in his eyes. Their destination was the mysterious Giant's Island, where the blood of the Giant Race was said to provide crucial ingredients for their magical potions. This blood could only be found within the Giant Temple on this desolate isle.
Elf did not respond immediately; her ears twitched slightly as she peered through the morning fog at the sea ahead. "Yes, we will arrive shortly," she replied calmly, though a hint of alertness sparkled in her eyes. "Are you ready to face the unknown challenges?"
Aiven nodded, aware that Giant's Island was no ordinary place. No outsiders had ever approached it easily, and the legends of the Giant Race had become an integral part of his and Elf's fate.
"I've heard that the Giant Race has long been isolated from the world; they hardly interact with outsiders," Aiven remarked, trying to break the silence on the ship. "Do you think we can obtain Giant's Blood from them?"
Elf smiled faintly. "I'm not sure, but we must try. Remember, giants do not appreciate unnecessary conflict; we should avoid direct confrontation."
As the sails billowed gently, the outline of the island began to emerge from the mist. It was a desolate land, with mountains stretching across its expanse and massive stone formations standing like slumbering giants between sea and sky, imposing and majestic. Aiven and Elf exchanged glances, both understanding that their true adventure was just beginning.
Landing on Giant's Island
The ship docked at a remote shore of the island, surrounded by an unsettling silence. The beach was covered with thick seaweed and stones, and a salty tang filled the air. Aiven and Elf stepped onto this unknown land.
"The island is unnaturally quiet," Aiven murmured, scanning their surroundings. Although it appeared deserted, an underlying sense of oppression made him uneasy.
Elf also surveyed their surroundings warily. "The Giant Race inhabits this barren land; we must remain vigilant. We do not know how they will react."
They followed a rugged mountain path, ancient trees lining either side like sentinels, their roots twisted and vines entwined. The deeper they ventured, the more desolate and strange their surroundings became. Ancient symbols were carved into the stone walls, resembling some forgotten language; Aiven speculated that these were remnants of the Giant Race.
"What do you think these symbols mean?" Aiven asked, pointing to a particularly unique symbol on the stone wall that seemed to radiate a mysterious power.
The Elf stepped forward to examine the symbols closely. "These markings do not resemble ordinary writing; they might be some sort of ritual symbols from the Giant Race, or perhaps their language. But now is not the time to decipher them; we must find the Giant's Blood quickly."
They continued onward and finally emerged from a dense thicket into an open area. Before them lay a vast clearing, dominated by a towering Giant Temple that reached into the clouds. The architectural style of the temple and its surroundings appeared exceptionally ancient, with stone columns covered in the marks of time, as if they held countless secrets.
"We've arrived," the Elf said with a note of certainty. "That is where the Giant's Blood is located."
Evan gazed nervously at the temple. The heavy, ancient doors emanated an aura of reverence. Just as they prepared to approach, a low rumble resonated from the ground, and suddenly, a massive figure appeared before them.
It was a giant, standing over ten meters tall, with muscles as hard as iron, draped in rough animal hides. His eyes burned like flames, piercing and intense. He slowly approached them, each step echoing with a thunderous sound that made the ground tremble beneath him.
"Outsiders," the giant's voice was deep and commanding, as if it came from the depths of the earth itself. "Why have you trespassed into my territory?"
Evan instinctively took a step back, his heart racing. He had never been this close to such a colossal being before. The Elf quickly drew his sword, positioning himself protectively in front of Evan, his expression serious.
"We mean no harm," the Elf spoke calmly. "We seek some of the Giant's Blood to create a potion to save this world."
The giant regarded them with an unyielding gaze. "Potion? Save the world? Do you understand that the Giant's Blood is not something to be taken lightly? It carries our power; only those deemed worthy may touch it."
Evan cautiously moved closer to the Elf and whispered, "What do we do? He’s right; we can't possibly contend with such power."
The Elf turned to Evan, determination flashing in his eyes. "We don't need to fight him. We only need to prove our resolve and sincerity."
"Prove your sincerity?" The giant scoffed. "Then what qualifications do you have to prove yourselves worthy of the Giant's Blood?"
Elf took a deep breath, his eyes shining with a fearless light. "We are willing to accept any challenge. If we succeed, you can trust us."
The giant fell silent for a moment, seemingly pondering their words. Finally, he spoke slowly, "Very well, if you can pass my test, I will allow you to use the Giant's Blood."
Aiven and Elf exchanged glances, both understanding that the upcoming challenge would not be easy.
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