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Blood dripped from the blade onto the stunted grass. Nearby lay the broken body of the once beautiful Eldieu. Her blonde hair, stained with dirt, had lost its luster. A faint wind moved the leaves of the trees, mourning the loss of an innocent life.
A fire of hatred and determination burned in the killer's eyes. Without freezing his body, now a useless shell without a soul, he stared at what he had done. At that moment, it seemed to him that the nearby trees condemned his deed, their leaves whispering curses.
Eldieu's dim eyes reflected the image of her killer - dark, menacing, and full of malice. His chest heaved violently, the rage within him poisoned by the poison of unholy vengeance. The assassin grimaced, looked at the corpse in disgust, and kicked it in satisfaction. Elves are nothing but a plague that should not exist in this world. They had torn it apart again and again at their whim, with absolutely no regard for anyone else, regardless of the price the rest of us had to pay. With sweet speeches, the elves lured humans into their forests and white-stone strongholds, making them their slaves or simply using them in their treacherous games, justifying everything with high and noble goals. Their beauty and grace hid their true face, full of cruelty and selfishness. He, too, did not immediately recognize the poison behind the deceptive smile, the treachery and malice behind the charming words. By the time he realized the true nature of the Eldar, it was too late. All of his kin were dead. The assassin swore an oath to himself and to all powers imagined and real that he would protect the world from these foul, insidious creatures at all costs, and destroy every last one of them.