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墨書 Inktalez
Evan felt a wave of tension wash over him. "So, we not only have to find these materials, but also decipher these symbols in order to complete the potion?"
The old man sighed softly. "Yes, the task is more difficult than you can imagine. But you are the only ones with a chance to complete this mission. Now, all hope rests on your shoulders."
Elf clenched his claws, determination shining in his eyes. "We will succeed."
Evan took a deep breath, feeling an unprecedented pressure. "We must find these materials, decipher these symbols, and concoct a potion that can truly purify the darkness."
"Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, only by standing united can you succeed," the old man's voice echoed once more in the laboratory. "Moreover, your resolve and courage will be your most important strength."
Evan and Elf exchanged glances again, understanding that they were about to embark on an even more arduous adventure. Searching for materials, deciphering symbols, brewing potions—each step was fraught with challenges. Yet they knew that only through success could they prevent the resurgence of the Dark Wings, restore the power of the Flying Heart, and save this fallen city.
"We will definitely succeed," Evan whispered, his gaze resolute.
Elf nodded, his claws gently brushing over the scroll on the table. "Let’s begin."
The two turned and prepared to leave the laboratory, embarking on their quest for the mysterious materials. Evan and Elf were acutely aware that this adventure would be the hardest one they had faced yet. To unravel the potion's formula required not only acquiring those three exceedingly rare materials but also interpreting those complex symbols and mastering the essence of potion-making. Each step could be perilous, and every decision would determine whether they could fulfill their mission.
"Ael Island, Burning Mountains, Heaven's Peak's Flame Nest..." Evan murmured these locations under his breath, each name filling him with an inexplicable sense of dread. "Can we really find these materials?"
Elf gazed at the heavy iron door ahead, his eyes filled with resolve. "If we don’t try, we’ll never know the outcome. We’ve come this far; there’s no turning back."
Evan nodded, gradually suppressing his anxiety. He understood that only by facing these unknown trials alongside Elf did they have a glimmer of hope. "Where do we start?"
"Ael Island," Elf replied without hesitation. "That’s our first target. The source of Spirit Blood is there; the other two locations are too dangerous for us to visit all at once. We’ll go to Ael Island first and obtain Spirit Blood."
Evan took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions. Although they had prepared for the worst, fear and unease lingered at the thought of venturing into those mysterious lands far from human civilization. "Then let’s head to Ael Island." He finally made up his mind.
Ael Island was shrouded in ancient legends, with very few ever setting foot there. The island was home to the Elves, whose bloodlines were pure and powerful. Over the years, they had severed all ties with the outside world and lived deep within the island. Only a select few could approach them through mysterious rituals.
As they journeyed on, Evan and Elf navigated countless treacherous shoals and cliffs, traversing dangerous forests until they finally reached the outskirts of Ael Island. The island was enveloped in thick mist; twilight hung in the air as if they had entered another world.
"This place..." Aiven looked up at the sky, where the clouds hung low, creating a sense of oppression. "No wonder no one wants to come near here."
Elf glanced around, his ears twitching slightly. "It's more than that; the atmosphere on the island is unusually heavy. There’s an ancient power lingering in the air."
As they made their way along the rugged mountain path into the island, they suddenly heard a deep, melodic chanting from afar. Aiven halted, alertly turning towards the source of the sound. Elf tightened his grip on his weapon, his expression serious.
"It’s an elven ritual," Elf whispered. "We must be careful and not rush in."
"What should we do?" Aiven asked.
Elf paused for a moment, his gaze fixed ahead. "Follow me; we’ll circle around the area of the ritual. Although the elves are isolated from the outside world, they do not harbor hostility towards those with genuine intentions."
The two moved along a concealed path, trying their best to avoid drawing the attention of the elven tribe. As they progressed, the mist thickened, and a fresh yet oddly fragrant scent filled the air. The deeper they ventured into the island, the more mysterious their surroundings became. Towering ancient trees loomed overhead, vines coiling around their trunks like serpents, while exotic flowers and plants thrived on the ground, seemingly brimming with life.
Eventually, they arrived at a hidden lake. The water was crystal clear, with several glowing lotus flowers floating on its surface. In the center of the lake stood an ancient stone bridge leading to an elven village.
"This is it," Elf said softly. "The sacred site of the elven tribe lies ahead."
Aiven took a deep breath and tightened his backpack straps. "How can we obtain Spirit Blood? Do we have to fight for it?"
Elf shook his head. "No, the elves do not easily turn against outsiders. They will only offer assistance in extremely important situations. We must perform a ritual to prove our sincerity."
They crossed the stone bridge and entered the elven village. The elves there did not seem particularly surprised; it was as if they had sensed the arrival of outsiders long before. A tall Elf Priestess approached them, her gaze penetrating yet gentle.
"Why have you come?" her voice was soft but filled with authority. "Outsiders rarely tread upon our land, and some harbor ill intentions. What is your purpose?"
Aiven stepped forward confidently and said, "We need Spirit Blood to concoct a Purifying Dark Power Potion. Our mission concerns the fate of this world; without assistance, darkness will consume everything."
The Elf Priestess's eyes flickered slightly as she fell silent for a moment. Then she spoke softly, "The potion you speak of... we have heard of it before. The dark power is indeed a threat; even we have not been able to completely avoid its encroachment."
Elf interjected, "We request your help; Spirit Blood will aid us in blending the potion and purifying the dark power."
The priestess gazed at the surface of the lake, her eyes revealing a hint of hesitation. “Spirit Blood is not an ordinary power. It carries the essence of our elven life force, and excessive use may lead to adverse reactions. However, if your mission is truly as you say, this may be your only opportunity.”
Evan waited anxiously for the priestess's decision. “We will use it cautiously. Please trust us.”
The Elf Priestess slowly nodded. “Very well. We will provide you with Spirit Blood, but you must promise that if any problems arise during its use, you will bear all consequences.”
Evan and the Elf exchanged a glance and replied in unison, “We promise.”
The priestess smiled faintly and raised her staff, causing ripples to spread across the lake. An ancient and pure power surged from the depths, transforming the water into a deep blue hue, while a lotus flower in the center of the lake bloomed, releasing a brilliant light. As the ritual concluded, a vial filled with a soft blue glow appeared in the priestess's hand.
“This is Spirit Blood,” she said, handing the vial to Evan. “Please use it with care.”
Evan carefully accepted the vial, his heart filled with gratitude. “We will. Thank you.”
The priestess looked at them, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes. “May your mission succeed; the fate of the world rests in your hands.”
Evan and the Elf bowed deeply in appreciation. After receiving the Spirit Blood, they turned and set off on their journey to their next destination—the Burning Mountains.
“The first step is complete,” Evan sighed. “What lies ahead will be an even greater challenge.”
The Elf nodded. “But we have no way back now.”
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