Hexbound Apocalypse [LitRPG Apocalypse] (Book 3 Finished!)

Ásdís calmly sat on her throne, looking down at a High Elf currently kneeling before her. She wore a long white silk dress that covered even her feet and was adorned with golden accessories. She brushed the bangs of her golden hair that streamed down her back to the side, allowing her to see her subordinate properly with her striking golden eyes.

These were the main characteristics of the High Elf species. Unlike ordinary elves that possessed blander shades from a variety of colors, like emerald green or oak brown, and dark elves who all possessed the haunting silverish gray hair color, all High Elves had a golden shade of hair. This was also complemented by their golden eyes that practically gleamed an almost divine light wherever they looked.

It was this golden trait that the High Elves were gifted with that signified their importance and superiority. And would you expect any less from the Perfect elven species?

There were pristine white pillars lined up in rows on both sides with a majestic glass wall positioned behind the throne, allowing the beautiful rays of the sun to shine through and envelop anyone who sat on the throne in light. For anyone who was positioned at the bottom, they would believe that they were staring at some divine being, like a deity.

Ásdís leaned her face against her hand while letting out a heavy sigh. "Could you please repeat that, Agnar?"

The high elf that kneeled before Ásdís, Agnar, kept his head lowered, not even daring to look up and bear his eyes upon his queen, believing that he was unworthy of such an enchanting sight. His long, similarly golden hair flowed down as a result, nearly touching the nicely polished marble floor he stood on.

Unlike Ásdís, who wore a dress that only a goddess could wear, Agnar was covered from head to toe in heavy, gleaming armor that was just as white as his majesty's dress.

The heavy armor high elf kept his head lowered as he spoke up to respond to Ásdís's question. "According to our reports..." he said hesitantly. "It seems that our people failed to conquer one of the remaining lizardfolk villages near the border between our territory and...the elven territory."

Ásdís remained silent, her piercing golden eyes staying trained on Agnar as she processed his words. She tapped her finger and neatly trimmed nail against the armchair of her throne, causing an echo with each heavy drum.

She then spoke in a calm, yet stern tone. "I'm assuming that this was because of a certain...nuisance, correct?"

Agnar nodded. "You are correct, your majesty. It was the so-called Druid Lord..."

The Druid Lord. Even just hearing the name irked Ásdís to no end. It was because of this stranger that she wasn't making as much progress in conquering Meir as she wanted to.

She didn't know much about this adversary of hers, but she was aware that their surprisingly powerful. According to reports, the druid lord was able to control nature itself from the trees to the very spirits that inhabit the Great Forest of Meir. And it was due to his power that they were becoming an annoying hassle to her.

She once again sighed, lightly pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "Aside from the lizardfolk...how are we with the other residents?"

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"We have currently taken control of a good majority of the Orcs, Kobolds, and Gnoll tribes, though there are still some that resist us."

"If they resist, then they are useless to us," Ásdís declared callously.

"Yes, which is why we are making preparations to siege their land by force," Agnar said immediately.

The High Elf queen smiled. "Good. And what of..." Her expression suddenly soured. "The dark elves?"

Agnar reacted similarly to Ásdís as his brows creased with displeasure. "From what we've learned, the entire dark elf tribe is under our command. There were still many that have escaped and sought refuge with those who are against us."

"What about the one currently ruling over the dark elves for us?"

"That would be Kollr Skogr, the current chief of the Greyvolk tribe."

"Ah, the greyvolk tribe..." She scowled.

The Greyvolk was the founding tribe of the dark elf species. And one of the biggest mistakes that the high elves have ever made. While in the pursuit of perfection, they somehow created the monstrous dark elves. The high elves considered the dark elves to be the biggest failed creation in history.

And even when the high elves tried to correct their mistakes and get rid of them, they failed, and the dark elves managed to organize themselves and become a proper tribe. Just being reminded of such a blunder made Ásdís's blood boil.

She wanted to simply get rid of the dark elves when given the chance, but she now found herself aligned with the horrid creatures. Even if they were useful to her, the fact that she had no other choice but to cooperate with the dark elves did not give her pleasure. Only disgust.

"Keep an eye on Kollr Skogr," she ordered. "While we are currently working with him, I refuse to completely trust a descendant of our ancestors' failures."

"By your will..."

"You may leave now," she said while waving her hand, gesturing for the high elf to go away.

Agnar stood and gave a brief bow before Ásdís. He then turned around and marched away. The sound of his steps echoing as he left filled the throne room until he was completely gone, leaving her in complete solitude.

She leaned back in her seat before raising her head to stare at the ceiling. A frown then formed on her face, hinting at her displeasure.

"That druid lord is causing a lot of problems. Problems I can't afford to have to keep my end of the damn bargain with those...people."

The only reason Ásdís was having a much easier time adapting to her new reality was that she was briefly told about the system's appearance beforehand. Several months before the system descended upon their world, she was called upon by strange beings not from her world. And these beings informed her that her world would be assimilated into the system and become part of the greater universe.

At first, she didn't believe such rumors and told them as much right in their face. As the queen of Aetheron and a respected high elf of her tribe, she was appalled by being played like a fool. However, her tune soon shifted after they displayed very...otherworldly feats. And then, upon being convinced of the truth, she formed a partnership with these beings.

And for her first task from their partnership, Ásdís was supposed to unite all of Meir and have them under her rule. She wasn't certain why they asked her to do this, but she also couldn't question their motives right now. Although she hated to admit it, her partners had the upper hand in their partnership.

And all she could do was follow their task and try to unite all of Meir like she was told. This damaged her pride immensely...but the reward for completing her task was worth far more than some measly pride. Especially when her reward was what her people had sought after since the very beginning of their origin.

What they sought after was...perfection. Absolute perfection. That was why the high elves were created in the first place. To try and achieve a level of perfection and power that nobody could ever dream of. And the otherworlders she was working with...were offering the very thing her people desired.

So, when you think about it, Ásdís had no choice but to accept their offer.

"This is all for the sake of perfection..." She muttered wistfully. "When everything is perfect...there will be no one to judge us."