Chapter 42: The Rising of the Corruption: Battle for the Mother Tree
Legolas, the famous warrior elf, had a lean, tall frame—his height above six feet. His eyes were a vibrant green, and his shoulder-length hair shimmered in silver-golden hues, neatly tucked behind his pointed ears. His features were refined, with prominent jawline.
He was the only one among the elves without the wood element; instead, he possessed only the power of air.
As he opened his eyes to the sunlight filtering through the green canopy of trees, thoughts swirled in his mind:
Where am I? What happened to me? Did I sleep?
Then, fragments of memory returned—growling like a beast, no coherent thoughts, obeying someone else's orders, spreading corruption to the Mother Tree.
As the flashes overwhelmed him, tears slid from his eyes. Through the haze, a face appeared above him—ethereal, almost divine.
A trembling voice called,
"Legolas, are you okay? Can you hear me?"
Legolas tried to rise and bow, but pain seared through his body.
Thud.
He collapsed to the ground again.