Chapter 84 - Eighty (2/2)

But small details like that did not lower the value of these books; for the ancient elves were known for their great affinity with magic.

The only ones comparable are the cultivators and high devils, all of them having something in common that made them great at magic.

Time.

As cultivators chased after immortality, and devils were… complicated, elves where naturally a very old race, and after you train and do the same thing over and over, for so many years, no one could match it.

I remember when Aeglos showed us the training of their troops before, as they used drums to keep the pace for the younger ones.

I thought to be impressive, the way the moved synchronized with the sound, maintaining the concentration.

That is… until we saw the older one's training.

It looked like a synchronized dance, the constant drum substituted by a single thump or flags to give instructions, the moves or sounds appearing the same to me but somehow giving different orders as they would put an arrow in the air with smooth and graceful moves, their eyes staring straight ahead without watching their own moves, and without a need to, only aiming at the target and attacking all at once, making a deadly rainfall down the enemy.

They could hit the same spot a thousand times if needed.

Such a great yet fearful sight could be seen nowadays; so one can only wonder what the great ancestors of such formidable kin could be capable of.

Well, most could only wonder; I could search about it, as I have done for years, learning, translating, reading.

They were knowledge keepers, so it would take me more than a lifetime to read all of these, especially the ones that were written in other odd languages, but the elves books were already enough to keep me busy.

But none of that was important right now beyond one single information; is that their kind lived, and meet, the bringers of magic, which means that they, too, had contact with the dark Dusk of Mankind Era, and that's what I was, a few days back, reading about.

The book I read, underneath that tree, as I watched my brother play with Shu.

It seemed to be such a distant past now.

That book mentioned creatures raised from hell; or so they claimed; that could not be harmed by normal attacks and were purged by the bringers of magic.

Sounds familiar doesn't it?

Thought that one had been a book full of holes; not only in the writing but from missing pages as well; there are bound to have more books about the subject in here as well, especially since the ancient elves had a close contact with the bringers of magic and, probably, with those creatures as well.

And maybe magic wasn't the only thing brought from that time to us; or maybe, not only good magic, that is.