That evening, as the stars twinkled overhead and the elves retreated into their homes, Aric's mind was abuzz with thoughts of domination. The peaceful village of Eldoria was ripe for manipulation, and he had no intention of leaving without planting his influence here.
After all, power was his ultimate pursuit.
His hut, nestled at the village's edge, provided him the perfect cover to make his move. Cloaked in the shadows of night, Aric stepped outside, his every movement silent and calculated. Using his Celestial Veil Technique, he became a ghost, slipping through the village unnoticed, bypassing the few guards patrolling the area with ease.
Aric's destination was the village's water reservoir—a large, clear pool in the heart of the settlement that served as the elves' primary source of drinking water. The reservoir glistened under the moonlight, untouched and serene. Aric approached it with a sly smirk tugging at his lips.
