The sun hung high over Eldoria, casting warm rays that illuminated the bustling city streets. It was finally the day of the Festival of Light, a time when the kingdom came together to celebrate the triumph of light over darkness; their Goddess's love for them.
Everywhere Elias looked, the streets were filled with laughter, music, and vibrant decorations. Banners fluttered from rooftops, and stalls lined the roads, offering everything from glittering trinkets to mouthwatering delicacies. Children ran through the crowds with sparklers in hand, their delighted shrieks mingling with the melodies of street performers playing lutes and flutes.
But it was the fifth district, home to the grand Church of the Eternal Light, that stood out among the festivities. This district, with its residents that consisted of common folk and peasants, seemed to be the heart of the celebration. The streets here were especially packed, with faithful followers clad in pure white robes adorned with the church's radiant sun symbol.
It was as if the entire district had been bathed in light, each person a reflection of the divine light they worshipped. Incense wafted through the air, carrying with it the scent of sanctity and purification.
Elias hovered above it all, his dark cloak fluttering in the gentle breeze as he observed the city from his vantage point in the sky. From up here, Eldoria looked like a sea of white and gold, a living canvas painted with the joy of its people. Yet, despite the vibrant scene below, Elias's thoughts were far from festive.
He had been deep in contemplation since his recent battles and had come to a critical decision about his next move.
He would not be accepting the Goddess's blessings today, despite the fact of having his stats doubled immediately if he did. The prospect was tempting—doubling his power at this moment could shift the balance in his favor considerably. But Elias knew that patience was a virtue that often led to greater rewards.
He needed to bide his time, grow his strength naturally, and maximize his potential. The higher his stats before receiving the blessing, the more formidable he would become once they were doubled. This was a strategy he couldn't afford to rush.
As he floated above the city, his thoughts drifted to Imaya, and his expression darkened. Imaya, who had been his first companion, had left for the academy without so much as a farewell. The battle with Acedia had been hard-fought, and Elias had hoped to share the details of his victory with her, but she was gone—leaving behind only a note.
Imaya's message was clear: she had gone to get stronger, to ensure she could stand beside him, no matter the situation.
Elias clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. It wasn't her departure that bothered him the most—it was her choice to leave without a word, as if he couldn't understand or wouldn't support her decision. But in truth, Elias was glad she had heeded his advice to become stronger. Her resolve was admirable, and he couldn't fault her for wanting to forge her own path.
It only reminded him of his own need to do the same.
He needed to heed his own words—to push beyond the confines of Eldoria's walls and venture into the wider realm of Elaris. His battle with Acedia had opened his eyes to his limitations. Even with Alaric's intervention, Elias had barely managed to defeat one of the weaker demon kings.
The memory of the fight was still fresh in his mind: Acedia's twisted laughter, the heavy weight of his magic, and the sense of dread that had filled the air. Elias had fought valiantly, but the victory had been too close, too uncertain. He couldn't afford to be caught off guard again.
As the festivities roared below, Elias made up his mind. He would leave Eldoria and travel the lands of Elaris. He would seek out challenges, hone his skills, and gather strength.
Elias would rise, stronger than ever, ready to face whatever the future held. And with every step he took, the light within him grew brighter, a beacon of hope in a world that needed heroes more than ever.
[ FWP: 2,050,000 /10,000,000,000
Name: Elias Ashdown
Class: Swordsman, Farmer, Mage(Contractual, Caster, Dependent[Dominator])
Title: Farmer, One blessed by Fate, swordsman, Child of Light, Child of Destiny, Loved by Mana, Mage, False Dragon Slayer, Hero of Eldoria.
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Health: 12 000/12 000
Mana: 5 000 000/5 000 000
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Strength: 55
Agility: 40
Speed: 45
Stamina: 80
Intelligence: 210
]