I am going in the right direction, I know it by the large number of dead beings that furrow the road, there are not only humans or goblins, all traces of life are dead, even insect corpses, the race is against time, I can not go that fast, I have no magic, but even with the proposed ceremony is very short, all the runes that make up this spell were recited dozens of years ago, I do not know when they were told it was useful, but it must have been long before I arrived with them.

The dwarves that inhabit this island, I think they regret their decision, most of them are great blacksmiths, the pay was good, the materials of first quality, but everything was running out, this armor I wear is not even for humans, it was designed for a forest elf, it was the armor of someone from the coliseum, they protected them well, they did not want them to die so soon, the sword was a gift, made by the dwarf king, it was not at the request of the elves, The dwarf trained me, they were hard and exhausting years, physical strength is not the only thing that counts when you are trained by people who consider the knees an ideal height to cut, that without being afraid to receive a sledgehammer, axe or any blow that came from above, I had to learn that when I trained, I did not use more magic than the one they use to strengthen the muscles, the same one I use now.

Anyone who saw me run would think I was crouching, but I'm not, I run leaning over to avoid being seen, my cloak can take on different shades of brown, it's a camouflage that's not very effective in combat because everyone knows every movement, but when I'm running they only see a kind of illusion, like when the eyes get tired, when I go out into the open I change the movement, the leaning was to keep the eyes out of my gait, I can run like this for many hours, It's fast and makes you undetectable, but when the plain is barren, speed is useless, constancy is useless, I straighten my body a little, now my strides are longer, each stride must save momentum for the next, normally that would mean to go slow to avoid the impact on the knees, but a small magic cushion avoids the wear in the meniscus, the dwarves use it, there and in the lungs to reduce exhaustion, even with these advantages I'm three hours behind my love, I feel it, I fear it.

I don't know what the hell she has done, but she feels freer, not her, my beloved is not there anymore, something must be left, if not we would already be facing a colossal crisis, but what remains is a cloud of a fire that was her consciousness, from afar it gives the impression of belonging to her, but the charred remains keep fire (I hope) is perhaps the only thing that can save us from the destructive thirst of whoever inhabits those remains and stays here in this reality using the heat of the vapor of what is left of my beloved, There are some traces of corruption, of real evil in the air, some insects already mutated, they do not attack me, but I can see flies with two or three stingers, none of them of real size, besides I do not think they will reach more, They are vicious insects by the intensity with which they harass the few animals that inhabit the plains, I don't like it, the corruption should not be so pronounced, unless I am wrong, that thought alone gives wings to my feet, if I am wrong there will be no alliance, no strength to face what is coming.

In the distance, like a lighthouse, I can see the magical field of the holy place of the elves, unfortunately my throat is not able to pronounce its name, few elves (the highest lineage) had access to its true name, this place was the place of its founders, powerful magical devices are stored there, only the royalty had access, in the traditional elven language it is called the House of the Forbidden Leaves, I'm sure it wasn't the only forbidden thing in a very classist society, but its repulsion shield is still active and quite strong for the years it's been in use, I guess the magic used hasn't been preserved in those times, that means I'm less than two hours away at this speed, I'd better speed up, I lean forward again and feel the edge of the weapon pass by where my head was a few seconds ago.

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That's the bad thing about using dwarven magic, you have to trust your instincts, your perception is your life, I can have ten meters of perception without my field active, but running at high speed reduces it, now it doesn't matter, I extend the field and I feel them, they are about twenty meters away from me, hidden behind one of the boulders, they are orcs, a species not common on this side of the continent, they are brutes, They are strong, resistant to magic, and they are not on anyone's side, just at this moment one of them throws another sledgehammer, this time I know exactly that he is coming towards me, in a vertical rotation, I think to avoid his weapon if I duck, I stop and grab his weapon by the hilt, my intention was just to lower it, to show them that it is not in my plans to attack or be attacked by orcs, but then my hands touch the weapon.

A shiver of disgust runs through me, this is corruption in its pure state, the mace is obviously not deformed, it was made by the orcs when they were still normal, these, red and bigger as far as I can see, come towards me snarling, not a threat, not a challenge, They are not the warriors they are normally considered to be, they are just bloodthirsty beasts, corrupted by their misfortune to have been near the point where the chest and its terrible inhabitant passed through, this is bad, the seals should not have been weakened to this extent, unless I get outside help. .. Another shiver runs through me, they should have gone to the king's tomb, that crazy elf of the caves kept something for her, I don't have time anymore, now I'm with the edge in the throat of all Green Leaf.

A shiver of disgust runs through me, this is corruption in its pure state, the mace is obviously not deformed, it was made by the orcs when they were still normal, these, red and bigger as far as I can see, come towards me snarling, not a threat, not a challenge, They are not the warriors they are normally considered to be, they are just bloodthirsty beasts, corrupted by their misfortune to have been near the point where the chest and its terrible inhabitant passed through, this is bad, the seals should not have been weakened to this extent, unless I get outside help. .. Another shiver runs through me, they should have gone to the king's tomb, that crazy elf of the caves kept something for her, I don't have time anymore, now I'm with the edge in the throat of all Green Leaf.

I have no time for these annoyances, I run again, I charge at them, a brute pulls out a machete and makes a horizontal cut, if I had stopped that blow my arm would have been broken, they are fast, that is a fact, so I jump at his face, they take me out at least two heads high and a couple of bodies wide, that is not the physiognomy of the orcs, but even resistant to magic he is not immune to it, I form two stalactites in my hands, as cold as I can, as I fall in front of him, while his mouth tries to bite my chest, my hand hits his eyes, the ice needles penetrate to the bottom and shatter his brain, I don't have time to see if he falls dead, three more come looking for me, while they dribble drool, from my position I somersault backwards, The gravity rune activates when the sword passes the 90 degree angle, then it accelerates as it hits the first attacker's skull, leaving him with a stupid look on his face, as if he didn't know his life was over, his brain draining from the cut that went through his head, as my hands fall I drop the sword, the molten magic could damage it, I turn to the right, leaving me next to the third attacker, That leaves me next to the third one, I strike with both hands at his side and feel my arms sink, his blood is a little warmer than average, about sixty to eighty degrees, but it's nothing compared to the three hundred I bring to boil his entrails, he struggles desperately but before he reaches me I get to the center first, I incinerate his spine and he falls like a puppet without strings.

The last one looks at me suspiciously, I assume he is the leader because of his rough leather armor, he turns to run, I don't have time to chase him, not knowing what he is capable of, twist is a cruel magic, it catches his feet and wraps him, normally it only disorients, but with the power I have it destroys, Every bone and muscle surrenders to its power, I see how he resists like a dwarf, his muscles tensed to the maximum as the tornado runs through him, finally his fingers, his wrists, his shoulders, his vertebrae and finally his neck give way to the pressure and break, he falls dead before his eyes leave their sockets, an unpleasant magic.

I increase the speed, there is no time for doubt, in the distance a pile of charred remains tells of the battle, I burned them to prevent any scavengers from infecting them, I must arrive soon, the corruption is spreading faster than expected, I feel a knot in my stomach, it is the feeling that I will not arrive.