Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Daratrine met Jaegar's stunned gaze with a calm, measured look, her poise unwavering despite his outburst. She exchanged a brief glance with her brother, Felaern, who nodded slightly as if to encourage her to continue.

"I know this is overwhelming," Daratrine began, her voice soft but steady, "but you deserve to know the truth, Jaegar. Angelina—your grandmother—is not just an extraordinary woman; she is one of the last ties to the Elder Elves. And you, through her, are connected to something far greater than you ever imagined."

Jaegar blinked, trying to process her words.

"Wait...? My grandmother is part elf?" His tone was incredulous, his brows furrowing as if trying to piece together a puzzle that didn't quite fit.

Daratrine nodded solemnly. "Not just any elf, Jaegar. She carries the blood of the Elder Elves, the very essence of the first beings among our kind. The Elder Elves were… unique, even among us. They were immortal in ways beyond comprehension, with powers that could shape the world itself. They were the shepherds of nature, the keepers of balance. But they were also hunted, feared, and envied for their abilities."

Jaegar leaned back against the carved wooden pillar of the massive hall, his expression a mixture of disbelief and frustration.

"You're telling me I'm part of some ancient elf lineage? And I was not aware of this until now?"

Felaern stepped in, his tone gentler but no less serious. "It wasn't kept from you out of malice, Jaegar. Angelina made a choice—a painful one—to keep you and your mother away from this knowledge. After our brother's death—your great-grandfather—she was left to navigate a world hostile to our kind. The Elder Elves were nearly wiped out because of their power. She feared for your safety."

Jaegar's fists clenched at his sides. "So, my grandmother was running? From what? From who?"

Daratrine took a deep breath. "From everything. The Elder Elves' blood is not just a gift; it's a curse in the wrong hands. Many sought to exploit it, to twist it for their own ends. Angelina's mother, a human, took her away from the elves when our brother—her father—was killed. She hoped to give Angelina a chance at a normal life, away from the chaos that had consumed the Elder Elves. And most importantly, they didn't want humans to share the blood of the elder. It was like a taboo."

Jaegar's confusion turned to frustration. "And yet here I am, dragged right back into it. If my grandmother wanted to protect me, why didn't she tell me? Why didn't she prepare me?"

Daratrine's gaze softened, a flicker of sadness passing through her eyes. "Because she knew that knowledge would paint a target on your back. The less you knew, the safer you were. But now, the world has changed. The Bande de Serpents know who you are, Jaegar. They know your lineage. And they want it."

Jaegar let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "Of course they do. So, what? They're not just after me because of the Chaos God's power but because of this elf blood too?"

Felaern nodded. "Precisely. Your lineage makes you unique. The combination of the Chaos God's essence and the Elder Elves' blood is… unprecedented. If the Bande de Serpents succeeds in using you for the resurrection, it could amplify the Chaos God's power beyond anything this world has ever seen."

Jaegar ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. "This is insane. I can barely wrap my head around the Chaos God nonsense, and now you're telling me I'm part of some ancient elf bloodline that's practically extinct?"

Daratrine stepped closer, her voice firm but compassionate. "I know it's a lot to take in, Jaegar. But you need to understand that you are not alone in this. Felaern and I—what remains of the Elder Elves—are here to help you. And right now, the situation is a lot worse than we expected."

Jaegar's gaze shifted between the two high elves, his mind a storm of emotions. He thought of Angelina, of the secrets she'd kept.

"I don't care about this at all, and right now I need to find out where my grandmother is. And this is all new to me; just a few days ago, she said that she was my grandmother, and I haven't really caught up with her. So, give me some time to wrap my head around all this. Until then we should start looking for her."

Felaern placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We understand. we will find her for sure, and I already sent our squad to look for them."

Daratrine added, "But first you need to grow stronger. I can sense the chaos power has been solidified in you, but you haven't awakened your bloodline power. It seems like the bloodline is still dormant in you."

Jaegar looked at them, his jaw set in determination. "Fine," he said, his voice resolute. "I don't fully understand all of this yet, but if it means stopping those bastards and protecting the people I care about, I'm in. Just tell me what I need to do."

Daratrine nodded, a faint smile of approval playing on her lips. "Bande de serpents is a group, and we don't know the exact numbers, but as far as I can tell, they have a lot of people working for them. Calling them a group would be an understatement, I think, now.

If they are really going to resurrect the Phantom of Chaos God, then they would definitely need the Archaic Citadel."

Jaegar, hearing the word for the first time, furrowed his brows. "What is that?"

Felaern chimed in, "It's a place, more like a temple for the chaos god. Forgotten through time and people. Even we forgot where it was; we only remember it as our elders mentioned once. Elves who are said to hold immense knowledge about the world and its history don't know about this place."

"Then how would they find it if it was that impossible? Or what happened to that place? Why did everyone forget about it?"