"Imprint the ring, now! Do everything Epphy tells you or at the first sign of resistance I'll slice your brain like a steak." She squeezed the elf's neck, making her squeal in terror.
"Can't you imprint me, Mom?" Solus wanted to cry.
She had dreamed for so long to see her mother again. To hear her voice and feel her touch. Now that it was finally happening, she was forced to hold back everything she wanted to tell Menadion and focus on their escape.
"You carry Lith's energy signature. If you imprint me, my bond with him will be restored." "Fuck Lith!" Ripha spat the word out like it was a curse. "I mean, not literally, Epphy. I mean, I can't. I'm just an extension of his will. I'm no different from a strand of his hair or a toenail. I can't imprint anything on my own.
"I can only carry things he has already imprinted."
"What about the Fury and the Anvil, then?" Solus asked in confusion as Menadion shoved the stone ring into the Librarian's quivering hands.
"Not imprinted either." Menadion sighed. "I just Forgemastered them with no safety measures whatsoever. Anyone wielding my current equipment can use its powers. Even worse, without an owner, these artifacts recharge slowly so we must get out of here and quickly."
Hearing those words, the Librarian found her courage again and decided that resisting wasn't such a bad idea.
"They need me alive and soon my master-'It was then that a vine slithered up her leg just like it was happening to the elven army assembled outside against the invaders.
The Librarian yelped as the wooden fibers pierced her skin and started to spread through her bloodstream.
Elves were born without impurities and couldn't Awaken without exploding. Their bodies couldn't withstand the vigorous mana flow released by even an orange core. Without impurities, the elves were ripped apart before body refinement could take place.
The expression "Awakened from the crib" derived from elven myths that had later been adapted by the four races to justify the existence of individuals capable of incredible feats.
That until Lith and Valeron the Second had made it true and later Elysia's birth had replaced the expression with "Awakened from the womb":
It was also the reason the World Tree replaced impurities with their vines during the Awakening process.
The Yggdrasill's fibers formed an endo and an exoskeleton that resisted the pressure
exerted by the mana core until body refinement ended and the Awakened elf became capable of surviving on their own.
Becoming a Chronicler was considered the greatest honor an elf could receive, but it only came after a rigorous selection and several tests of loyalty and wits. Tests that the Librarian in Menadion's hands had never undergone.
The World Tree would never Awaken her. The only possible explanation was that the situation outside had gotten so bad that the Yggdrasill had enacted the Great Assimilation.
All elves knew about the contingency plan, but until that day it had just been considered as a scary story. Something to tell the kids around the bonfire during the summer nights to teach them that power came with risks and responsibilities.
Not once since the First Awakened had gained sentience had a World Tree even considered using the Great Assimilation. Yet as the wood invaded the Librarian, she touched the Yggdrasill's mind enough to understand that the story had just turned into reality.
"Gods, no!" The elf imprinted the stone ring in a panic.
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