Blood Elf Monarch

Tristan was back at that place. He stood in the middle of a blood lake. His eyes again found a building structure resembling a house that was familiar to him.

As he ran towards the house, his hands could feel the dark elve elder's spirit soul still twitching, trying to break free from him. However, he would not let that happen.

When entering the unlocked house, Tristan approached the stairs going down, which was a gate that was tightly sealed with a sturdy chain.

As he walked closer, an extremely powerful force could be felt. That power resided within the sealed chamber.

Tristan attached the orb-shaped spirit soul to a large, sturdy-looking chain. And the next second, the soul seemed to be sucked in by the chain, and the light disappeared.

CRACK!

The chain was slightly cracked. But not to the point of breaking it. Tristan tried to break into it, putting all his strength into breaking the chain of barriers to open the room that was sealed by it.

But in vain, no matter how hard he tried, nothing happened. It was as if the chain didn't feel Tristan's physical strength. It didn't even recognize it. Spirit soul was the only way to destroy it.

Until a notification reappeared in Tristan's head.

[Spirit souls 4/10]

4/10? At that moment he realized that the spirit soul he had brought was not enough. He needed more to get that power.

"I need more."

After realizing that something was missing, Tristan again felt a strange sensation in his stomach, as if he had just been dropped from a height at lightning speed. And he had left the place he thought was the heart of the blood elf monarch.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the cave.

Tristan walked back to the three elves with a pounding heart. This time he might have something that can be used as a solution to the problems the elves were facing.

Just as he was approaching, suddenly Kolvar opened his eyes again with a blank stare. He glared, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and then his body shook violently. The twitched. It wasn't long before strange cracks appeared all over his body.

Tristan caught the elder just as his body collapsed on the ground and dropped the spirit soul bottle. He could feel how the muscles in Kolvar's body were starting to stiffen, and it was difficult to move, making him unable to be repositioned to sit back.

In the next second, Kolvar stopped moving, and his body was completely stiff like a corpse. But even so, Tristan could still feel the signs of life in the elve's already defenceless body.

"What just happened?" asked Queen Leena even more desperate after seeing the previously very healthy Kolvar suddenly turn so weak like that. It was as if he had a disease that was destroying his soul from within.

"The first side effect, all muscles will be stiff, experiencing paralysis. I told you, there's nothing we can do now, Leena. You better save yourself with that blood elf," clearly King Ivaasar recalled the times when he tried to save his brother.

"No. There must be another way." Queen Leena still refused.

Her eyes moved to look at Tristan, who had just picked up the bottle containing the glowing spirit soul that had been flung on the ground. Holding it.

"There is one way I must try."

"But I need this."

Tristan raised the bottle, containing the spirit souls before Queen Leena and King Ivaasar. Both of them looked surprised by Tristan's statement. Especially King Ivaasar, who looked displeased.

"What are you going to do, blood elf?"

"I need these souls to increase my strength. I have to absorb the soul force in it to get the blood elf monarch's hidden power which is still sealed for now."

"Absorbing spirit souls? Have you gone mad? No—I won't let you do it, give it to me." King Ivaasar suddenly felt his heart seem to freeze for a few seconds so that all the organs in his body seemed to stop functioning at the same time.

"Ivaasar," Queen Leena caught King Ivaasar, who staggered down while trying to snatch the bottles from Tristan's hands.

The king then coughed violently for several minutes until his saliva flowed uncontrollably.

"There is no other choice. I have to do it. It takes great sacrifice for great power too." Tristan squeezed the bottles containing the spirit souls, impatient to absorb them.

Queen Leena looked at Tristan, then fell silent. She looked deep in thought.

"What power do you mean, Tristan?"

"I still don't know, the power is still sealed." He told her the truth. At this time, he hoped that the two elves in front of him could be invited to work together.

"Can your power save Ivaasar?"

Tristan had already guessed he would get such a question. But then again, he didn't know.

"I am not sure. You'll never know if you don't try." Lying now will only make it more difficult in the future.

"But I believe, we can have hope in that power," he added with a serious look. His heart was beating so fast earlier. He couldn't wait to see what was hidden in the sealed room.

Even though Queen Leena or King Ivaasar would be against it, he had already made up his mind. He had to act, or they would never get anything.

However, Queen Leena did not immediately respond.

The queen seemed to think for a moment while biting her lip. She then looked back at King Ivaasar's beautiful eyes and without saying anything, the king seemed to understand what his wife was going to do.

"I will take responsibility. Tristan is a blood elf monarch in prophecy. I believe that this must mean something."

Instantly Tristan could feel calm. One supporter was enough. He became more confident in his actions.

"No—Leena,"

"These soul elves need hundreds of years before they can return to their former bodies. I'd rather save those who are still alive at this time." Queen Leena showed her very wise leadership side in front of her husband. She made the husband could not find a sentence to refute it.

Tristan waited for a signal from Queen Leena to allow him to absorb the souls. And Queen Leena looked back at him with a serious look,

"Do it."