"Hmm... Where am I? I hope those useless allies managed to bring this prison to the elf mage who was going to free me. I certainly feel more comfortable. I still cannot move, but my thoughts are light—as if I were not in my body."
"It is because you are very close to your ancestors' relics. They kept the sacred in these installations. Do not worry about the bothersome assistants—they have already fulfilled their functions, except for Mr. Assassin here. He will serve us for one final procedure. It is the one we discussed, Princess—the one your father needs to recover his magic. It will be painful, but it will give him and you enough power to face and destroy your enemies."
"Yes, you told me that. I am very nervous. I still do not understand how we will recover magic. Our bodies produce it at birth, but it is limited and very difficult to retain. By the time we reach our first hundred years, most have spent it all and cannot regenerate anything. Will I be alive? Will I regain my former beauty? I understand this is for my father's good, but I do not want to remain a monstrosity!"
"Certainly, Princess, it is not something that can be avoided. Everyone makes sacrifices. You, for the good of the father you love most, chose to sacrifice your body. It has suffered. Even though you remain imprisoned, it is precisely the coffin that prevents your body from destroying itself. Still, it is a partial sacrifice. Your body must be the connecting portal for everything we must do. In the ceremony about to take place, you must not question me—at all."
"But you said I would be princess! I do not intend to obey a voice in my head, no matter how powerful it is. It is not about loving my father or not—but if you do not know, he is king. To succeed him on the throne, I must be a princess—one the people can fall in love with, not some rubbish with transparent skin and black hair!"
"Princess... look around you. We are inside the most sacred installations in all the elven kingdom. Here, you can use magic freely—only offensive magic, but it will be enough to show you my point. Idiot! Activate the viewer. As you see, Princess, we are less than twenty minutes from the ceremony. But before you agree to join me, you must see what will happen if you do not... Viewer wide."
"I already know we are here! Do not feel important just for knowing something I had not seen. If we are here, so what?... Wait! What the hell is that thing over there? It's the human! That bastard trapped me, imprisoned me! I know! He comes to interrupt this. Not content with humiliating me, he comes to ruin what I can do—what I was born for. Assassin, kill him!"
"Dear... you must know he only comes for one death in particular. He is not a rival. But why not attack him? Now you not only have my magic, but your own ability. In this place, you can summon the defense magic available. You have power—more than any living being has seen in millennia. Use it!"
"Human mages are coming to help him! I have failed my father!"
"Do not worry—those are ours. They are merely cannon fodder. Mages, yes, but not prepared to die—only to kill. That makes them disposable... Remember, you have the magic of the past."
"Fine, fine, fine. Let's see. I have Mega Flame. It has incredible damage potential. Good! Let's use it! The humans already below are disposable, as you said. Bastion... Mega Flame! It is incredible fire damage—spreads for kilometers and kilometers. It has already enveloped him. He will be very fried. Perhaps I will ask for him as dinner when our magic is restored and we destroy that aberration called humanity. The other little humans writhe and roast... What expression will he have when dead? But something moves—he's still alive! It cannot be. I clearly saw the flame—a huge wave across the plains. Proof is the glass ground. The fire must have been very hot. Damn it! What do I have left? Poison? Why not? From what I understand, it is primordial poison—corrosive, destructive. No armor or anything would survive. Good—Venom Rain!"
"Are you having fun, Princess? I have already given instructions. The knife is enchanted. It was forged with elven leaves and bones of mixed blood—commoners and pure from your people. Do not worry—we still have time, but it is running out. We must proceed with the ceremony."
"For what? My vengeance is done. With a little time, perhaps I can find some enchantment here to restore our greatness and, more importantly, return my original beauty."
"Hmm... I fear it is not so easy. Look—here he comes. He is not dead yet, and he is already at the gates. Quick—seal them!"
"Abominable dog! How can he survive? Divine Shield! This has enough magic for a year. What is this commoner summoning? Spheres? It does not seem very useful—air in those little globes?"
"I think there is a more serious problem. He comes to kill you, remember? Those spheres are shells of concentrated magic. Inside, the air is very agitated, so they impact first with the shell, then with the contained heat. Feel these impacts—it is nothing like what you imagine. They are perfectly capable of stopping this ceremony. They could not kill you in this state, but they only need to eliminate your connection to this world, and your body will disappear. We must finish the ceremony while we still have a shield. I have some surprises outside that will delay him, but only for moments."
"That is terrifying. How did my father let him live with so much power? I cannot allow him to be stronger than the elves! Creature of the abyss, you have my word. Let us begin the ceremony. We need to face him with elven magic. Very well! I, Eilina Silverleaf, Princess of the Blood Elves for three hundred years, accept Morgana, Emissary of the Infernal Marks, as my vehicle between this world and the next. In return, you will return magic to the elves."
"Very well, elf. This will open the coffin. Now, assassin, if you would be so kind as to open the box and bury that dagger in our hearts. The princess knows the rest of the enchantment—in the language it was written. But you must do it while she dies. Thus, we will be reborn together."
"Father, it hurts! It hurts so much! The knife is deep. Father, I am falling apart. My body is crumbling. But I will not fail you! Your daughter will sell her soul so you remember her with love. I love you, Father... It is fine. Here I go!"