The game at first doesn't provide much story behind each world.
It is the gamer who need to find traces of history in the chosen universe through the game if the player want.
Bt it isn't necessary to win.
That's why apart from the short introduction Valence knows nothing about the dark elves and their current situation.
All she knows is that the dead soldiers are too big to be human.
And some without helmet has face with scales encircling their features plunging in a a vertical line from their forehead and follow the bridge of their nose as crooked as a beak.
The skin who is still visible on their cheek, and around their eyes is brown while the scales are of a multiple colour.
Their multicolored eyes are highlighted by purple eyelides with a leather like texture. Their pupils take the form of an horizontal line who cut everything in their eyes in two including the white.
Zooming again with her fingers her screen provide an enlarged vision of the face of a little dark elve.
A child with big eyes with the elongated shape of a feline predator touch the dead without any fear or disgust. Under his long eyelashes who cast a shadow on his high cheekbone, Valence can see his cheeks who are sucked in by hunger .
She also notices that his long nose is already elegantly sharp despite his young age who should have allowed him to retain some childich round edge.
His long black hair are twisted in knot full of dust and drap his back like a furry beast skin reaching his waist while he bend his back his lips full and as red as blood are twisted in a serious expression too serious for his age.
The little boy seems to be focused.
He doesn't possess a cute apparence. Not at all even as young as he is
his beauty belong to the villainous type. His skin glowing white but the dark behind skin making his overall tone greyish.
Like ash mixed with star dust.
From the left side of his face to his pointed shin to his neck and without a doubt lower his skin has bubles like scar forming as if it is in ebullition.
Suddenly he raises his eyes and for Valence its like she is under a spell. its like he is looking right through her.
One of his eye is like a dark amethyst. Giving a sad but ferocious feeling. In the center of his iris shine the violet as if the colour in istelf is alive.
In the other eyes the colour is dimmed in a pale purple. The pupil reflect the light like those of a cat. It's clear that he can only see from one eye.
So small but so vibrant.
Then the spell end just like that.
His sight follow one of the giant bird until it lands far from his position. And after this he lowers his head and his dirty hand with his long black nails touch the dead as if there are nothing but trash.
The finger of the women caress the screen in a trance as if to touch the elve.
After a second Valence shakes her head. A child won't be a good champion.
A good champion must have high stamina and high hp. In addition she or he must have an High level of credibility to attract believers.
A child is always low in credibility unless he is the son of a ruler.
Fermely she forces herself to look elsewhere despite her heart squeezing painfully in her chest.
A game, it's just game.
But so real.
Dezooming she follows another child who seem to be more healthy.
Silver hair twisted in one vicking braid.
Big eyes too and high cheekbones.
Even though he lives in the same situation as the previous young elve he seem to have retained some innocence.
His eyes are of a clear violet and a bit of a bubling-scar appear to the left of his forehead before disappearing under his silver hairline.
Valence assumes that its the deformation of the body caused by the curse described in the introduction.
His nose is cute small and round, and his lips of a pale pink.
Being beautiful really seem to be the standard in this race.
He finds something under the body of a soldier with an elaborate armor shining under the sun. The warrior died horribly, one arrow planted in his globe occular another piercing his throat while by the shape of his armor trace of being trampled can be found.
The child ignores the gruesome scene and take the dagger from the dead's belt.
His smile is so big that two canines show themselve between his lips.
He raises the weapon to admire it and his pointy ear the lenght of an adult finger tremble.
Valence looks at his action then her gaze slide to observe the dagger.
The metal appear to be nothing of the ordinary but well done. The pommel is sculpted to take the shape of a star's compass with at its center a lotus.
Some initial is engraved at the bottom:
Q.R.M.
The boy run without fearing of falling his newly acquired tresor in one of his hand .
He jumps when a pile of corpse get in his way while giggling and bypass numerous other childs.
And Impressionning by the way Valence for his agility.
How can he jump so high?
Swiping the screen with her finger she follow his moving form.
The cheeky one stop his step when he encounter the first adult Valence see.
The man pull behind him a carriage containing all kind of things.
Sword, piece of armor, full bag closed, necklaces, shoes…
and stop when the boy call him.
Valence raise the volume of her phone and she hear a tender but exotic voice.
At the bottom of her phone red letters form. Words then sentence appear along with the voice.
Translating everything.
- A dagger! Look at it! I sell it to you for 5 Re.
The man look at the boy for a brief moment. Ignoring the dagger enthusiastically shown by the younger elves.
Then he just spits two words.
-1 re.
The happy mood of the boy is deflating like a balloon pierced by a needle.
Pursing his small lips and frowning.
Because his features aren't actually too human-like it gives the impression that he will start to growl or hiss. His long ears shakes and then lower themselve.
-No, no. Don't you see the manufacture? The details?
The man is at least the double of his height. Two meters. He is leans but well built. His skin is more white than grey the black light in him being less.
His eyes of lavender has the coldness of a crocodile.
Silver and black enterwined to another vicking braid.
When the child comfront the adult it is like an human comfronting a titan.
The child takes a step back, regretting maybe his boldness.
his legs trembles a bit. But he hides his fear quite well and his face show nothing if we exclude his perseverance.
-1 Re.
The man throw the piece of bronze to the child with force. The piece of metal hit the chest of the boy then fall at his feet like a statement. Take it or leave it.
Valence retract her gaze from the following discussion.
By all mean this adult should be a good candidate for the champion. He is healthy and already an adult but she can only think about the half-blind elve.
After this she find another adult pushing a cart. Still well built and fierce with multiple scar on his face.
But regardless of everything she looks elsewhere.
20 minutes like this is spend by her looking from a corner to another.
Childs and adults elve alike come in her sight but none succeed to catch her attention as the first one did.
Somehow she find him again. Digging the ground with tenacity to find something, anything to sell.
She watch and follow him. The emotions in his eyes really attract her. Weak but tenacious, in a dark mood but looking at the sky with wonder.Admiring the giant birds but treating with indifference the bodies under his feets. A piercing gaze in an exhausted body.
Not only one of his eyes isn't working properly but he also has a problem with one of his leg. He limps.
She sighs and give up.
I wanted to play this game to change the fate of those who are miserable and weak. To satisfy myself in a twisted heros complex. Then Why will i choose an able bodied man?
Forget it.
Let's take the half-blind limping child.
And just like that she click on the npc.
" Are you sure of choosing this being as your champion?"
"Yes".
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