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Once upon a time, there was an elf who could shoot a bow and cast spells; now, he's in the League of Legends.

Once upon a time, there was an elf who traded slaves and found a bracelet with a creature from the League of Legends. Now, he's also in the League of Legends.

what's the problem?
spells are cast automatically when the arrow hits.

The key words are when it hits.

Added 12 minutes later
It's okay, Arrec, I was a bit slow.

yeah, there's intuition and all that. I'll be aiming not with a keen eye, but with a sharp mind.
though I'm already starting to doubt whether this accuracy will be enough... it seems like there should be more.

Young lady, your legs are only slowing down the start of the expedition...

just a sec)

Young lady, your feet are only slowing down the start of the expedition...

What if it's a young man.

What if it's a young man?

Sir, your young men are delaying the start of the expedition.

completely protects the owner from melee attacks and attacks using air magic

Does this imply melee attacks using air magic? Or any kind of melee attack?

From any attacks. But if the opponent has an ability that hits an area, it won't help. But if there are several enemies, they will all attack the elemental.

Girl, your feet are only slowing down the start of the expedition...

why

So, does the elemental simply absorb attacks and, essentially, protect Artz from 1-2 physical attacks?

So, the elemental simply takes the attacks on itself and, essentially, protects Arza from 1-2 physical attacks?

It also takes on active abilities that don't hit in an area.

Added 2 minutes later

why

I'm starting to Google embarrassing pictures instead of finishing the experience grind.

Brief Description

Felian was born and raised in the land of the fae alongside his sister Mithira. Their parents died tragically when they were still children. His sister was taken in by their mother's friend, Liflira, while the young man had to prepare for the trials typical of male fae in order to prove his strength.
Despite his lack of confidence and physical prowess, thanks to the support and help of his sister, Felian managed to pass almost all the trials. As children, they had sworn to always help each other. In the final duel, he fought against the son of his mother's friend, Kelley, and barely emerged victorious.
Unfortunately, soon after, his sister fell gravely ill, and even fae medicine was nearly helpless. To find a cure and gather the necessary funds, Felian left his homeland and eventually ended up in the "Pain Devourers" legion. There, he befriended the dwarf Bodl and the Haian Li. His battle comrades helped the fae, even sacrificing their own savings.
Sadly, upon returning home, Felian learned that his sister had already passed away, never receiving help. Bodl and Li also perished in one of the battles. Having no desire to return to the land of the fae or to the legion ranks, Felian set out on his travels until he reached Axoth.

Brief Description (for ARCA)

A fae, former legionnaire, with two swords.

The first morning rays of the still-sleepy sun vainly tried to pierce through the dense crowns of ancient trees, which formed a single, impenetrable ridge around the Shaon Sea and the adjacent coastal territories. Mighty tree giants, their trunks rising to the very heavens, served the local inhabitants as a reliable haven and protection from all sorts of ill-wishers, and in times of threat could be called to life, to crush any invaders with their terrifying power.
The closer the veil of gray fog descended to the grass soaked with morning dew, the quieter the birdsong and the noise of the countless forest creatures became. Here, near the ground, reigned eternal twilight, and the air retained the pleasant coolness of the night. Through the trees that parted before a sharp, rocky slope, a wonderful view opened onto Lake Shaon, whose measured watery surface seemed to have absorbed all the depths of the diverse forest palette and the cloudless sky awakened from its slumber.
However, few travelers could truly appreciate the beauty of the Shaon forests: those unfortunates who ended up here usually had very different concerns and worries. As for those local inhabitants possessed of human reason, they had no need to subject themselves to all sorts of dangers by traveling on foot.
A sudden crackle of branches and a desperate rustle of wings cut through the silence that had enveloped the cozy clearing, lost in the forest wilderness. Throwing up mountains of torn leaves, Felian shot sharply into the sky, rising higher and higher above the glade left behind. The frantic pounding of his heart, ready to burst from his chest, deafened his ears and threw off his ragged breathing, but the fae was not about to give up so easily. Without reducing his speed, he flew around a tree blocking his path, then, feigning a feint, unexpectedly dove straight down, disappearing into the dense thickets of bushes.
Greedily gulping the life-giving oxygen, Felian hid in his new cover, surveying the clearing with a watchful eye. At one point, he thought he saw an indistinct movement in the bushes on the other side, but a moment later, a rustle right behind him made the fae literally jump in surprise and hastily dash away. Too late: the animated branch of the nearest tree, as if turning into a real snake, firmly grabbed his leg. The young man flapped his wings in the air in vain, having no way to escape the tenacious bindings of his opponent.
—Ha, gotcha! —with a joyful exclamation, the blonde-haired fae triumphantly soared over the defeated young man, then gave him a light flick on the forehead.
—Using magic is cheating. —Felian grumbled angrily, deliberately rubbing his bruised forehead.
—Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo, what a crybaby! —the fae mimicked him. —You're just a weakling and a lousy flier!
—No, I'm not!
—Yes, you are! Alright, you're it now, brother! —saying this, she waved her hand, and the branches binding Felian's leg obediently released him from their grip.
—Mithira! —a powerful female voice came from somewhere above, making the young man fearfully duck his head. —What, may I ask, are you doing here?
Into the clearing, surrounded by two fae warriors, descended an elderly woman in luxurious garments of an emerald hue, which stood out elegantly against their ordinary attire. Her thick, dark hair fell neatly onto her shoulders, and her regular, even too perfect, facial features were complemented by thin lips pressed together in irritation. Casting a displeased look from her amber eyes towards the respectfully bowing Mithira, she continued, as if not noticing the young man:
—You know how dangerous it is to fly into this part of the forest. And on top of that, skipping your magic lessons. By the spirits, what would your mother say if she saw such unworthy behavior?
—I was just bored, Lady Liflira. —Mithira murmured guiltily. —So I decided to play with my brother...
—It was entirely my idea! —Felian immediately stepped in to defend his sister. —If anyone is to blame, it's...
—Shut your mouth, pup. —the elder fae cut him off rudely, without even glancing his way. The warriors clad in light armor and visored helmets turned towards him. One's hand reached for the scabbard of a one-handed blade hanging at his belt. —How dare a wretch who hasn't passed the trials interfere in our conversation?
—He still has everything ahead of him! —Mithira came to her brother's aid this time. —He's almost ready, you'll see. Please, your grace, let's fly away from here. I promise I won't disobey you again.
For a moment, an oppressive silence hung in the air.
—Fine. —Liflira said at last with a heavy sigh. —But don't you dare disappoint me like this again. —with a gesture to her guards, the entire procession headed away, leaving the dejected Felian alone. As a last gesture, Mithira turned towards him and gave an encouraging wink. With a most gloomy expression, he nodded after her.

He barely remembered his father, but judging by the few rumors he had managed to glean, he was the truest embodiment of the ideal fae warrior; at least, as the inhabitants of Ophaash saw it. Neither in battle, nor in peacetime, nor with women did he know the bitterness of defeat. It was precisely like that — eternally radiant with confidence and strength, with a proud smile on his scar-covered face — that his father was forever etched in his childhood memory.
His mother, by her own account, was his favorite woman in the harem. Only as he grew older did Felian begin to doubt whether this was actually true, but at the time nothing could make him question the sincerity of her words. Unfortunately, a string of tragic misfortunes soon left the brother and sister without parents: an unknown lake monster ended their lives, though it itself also perished in the fight.
Subsequently, the lives of the orphaned children underwent significant changes: young Mithira was taken under the wing of her mother's friend Liflira, from the circle of mages or perhaps even authorities — Felian himself didn't really know. As for the fae himself, he was to prepare for the trials to prove his very right to exist. For now, the frail and weak youth was taken seriously by no one, and even the other male fae treated him with contemptuous indifference. "Oh, just think, and this is his son?" — he often heard the offensive and bitter, yet truthful, remark.
Perched on one of the branches of a huge tree, dangling his legs down and mechanically swinging them in the air, Felian had been vainly trying for hours to tear himself away from the childhood memories flooding his mind and concentrate on the upcoming trial.
—Hey, why the long face, brother? —sitting down beside him, Mithira peered searchingly into his face. —Worried about the hunt?
—Something like that. —the fae mumbled reluctantly.
—Pfft, there's nothing that serious about it. Here, take a look. —with these words, she handed Felian some kind of scroll.
Perplexed, the young man unrolled the ancient parchment and spent several minutes carefully studying its contents.
—They want me to fight... that?
—Well, at least now you know its strengths and weaknesses and can take an advantageous position for an ambush.
—I would never have thought that was afraid of loud noises. —Felian felt noticeably lighter at heart. —Thank you. What would I do without you.
—You owe me one! —Mithira giggled, taking the papers back. —Okay, I'll fly off before the mentors find out. Good luck!

Despite the different conditions and life hardships that fate threw at them, they always tried to help each other, as the last remaining kindred spirits in this world. Of course, Felian often had a much harder time in many ways, but thanks to the support of his younger sister, he himself gradually began to believe that he could overcome all the trials and achieve a worthy position in society, just like his father once had.
—Ow, tss. —the fae flinched and winced from a sharp pang of pain piercing his shoulder.
—I told you, it would sting a little. —Mithira replied in a matter-of-fact tone, continuing to cast healing spells over his injured arm.
Gradually, the echoes of the former pain subsided, leaving only an unpleasant, prickling burning sensation spreading in waves from his wrist to his chest. Awkwardly extending his arm, Felian bent and straightened it at the elbow, stretched his stiff shoulders, made a swing with an imaginary sword.
—Lucky that creature's poison didn't affect you. —finishing the wound treatment, the fae sighed in relief. —It would be really stupid to die from poisoning on the way home.
—It'll take more than that to get me. —rising to his feet, the fae reached for the tightly tied bag containing the head of the recently slain monster, nodded gratefully to his sister, and headed for the exit.
At that moment, tearing aside the thin curtain of sewn leaves that served as a makeshift door in the little house hollowed out inside one of the trees, a new guest strode confidently into the room.
—Which one of you is Felian? —he addressed the bewildered hosts without ceremony.
—Well, I am. —as if sensing the threat emanating from him, the fae drew level with the stranger.
During the months of merciless trials, Felian had matured noticeably, but he was still almost a head shorter and significantly narrower in the shoulders. Unlike many fae, the guest's dark hair was cropped short, his ears were adorned with earrings, and his nose had a slight bump from a likely fracture. Casting a contemptuous glance at the fae, he allowed himself a slight smirk.
—My opponent in the final duel? I expected more.
Felian wanted to come up with a clever retort, but as luck would have it, nothing came to mind.
—What's going on here? —Mithira spoke up.
—Bah, and who do we have here? —roughly pushing the fae aside, the dark-haired one headed straight for the girl. —Ah, yes, now I remember, mother mentioned something about you. Who would have thought such a beauty would have such a pathetic brother.
—I ask you to leave this house. —the fae said, noticeably frowning.
—Oh, please forgive my rudeness. —the fae made a mock bow. —After all, formally I haven't completed the trials yet. But don't worry, sweetheart, consider it already behind us. —moving close to Mithira, he deliberately switched to a loud whisper: —And then, perhaps, I'll take you into my harem and give you a proper...
Not letting him finish his thought, Felian grabbed the fae by the shoulder and shoved him aside.
—You were told to get out.
—Ah, what's the matter? —the dark-haired one declared as if nothing had happened. —Don't want her offspring to get the best genes? Oh no, or perhaps you're so desperate you've set your sights on your own sister, heh-heh?
Without saying a word, Felian drew his sword from its scabbard. His opponent, instantly changing his expression, flew back, reaching for his own weapon.
—Maybe I'll take care of you before the duel.
Fortunately, before the fae's blades could meet, tree roots stretching from everywhere firmly bound their hands and feet.
—Leave. —Mithira addressed the troublemaker briefly, but with a hint of threat in her voice.
—As you wish, dear. —not at all abashed, the fae waited for his release, put away his sword, and, calmly flapping his wings, flew away.
—Who was that? —Felian hissed through clenched teeth, still filled with anger.
—Kelley. The son of mother's friend.

Like birds of prey, two fae circled in a deadly dance, now flying apart, now crashing into each other at full speed with their iron beaks, the clang of weeping steel echoing across the forest clearing designated for the battle.
At first, it might have seemed that the opponents' forces were equal, and neither managed to strike the other. But with each minute, Felian felt his own blows growing weaker, while Kelley, on the contrary, conserved his strength, merely defending against the furious onslaught of his opponent. Unlike the youth, who fought with paired one-handed swords, the dark-haired one was armed with only a single blade, which, however, did not hinder him from parrying all of the former's thrusts.
Seizing an opportune moment, Kelley knocked out one of Felian's swords with a quick counterattack, slashing him across the left side. Hastily flying aside, the fae almost immediately felt a sharp pain radiating from the wound. Automatically pressing the palm of his freed hand to the deep cut in his light armor, already thoroughly stained crimson, he only just managed to react to his opponent's new attack, who had now gone on the offensive himself.
With each of Kelley's blows, he descended lower and lower towards the ground, barely holding back the pressure of his adversary. Blood oozed profusely from the wounds and cuts, staining the grassy lawn over which the duel was taking place with drops of red rain. Finally, making an uncertain swing, Felian dropped the second sword and fell flat on the ground, unable to move from pain and exhaustion.
Kelley's face lit up with a triumphant victor's smirk. Raising his arms to the spectators watching the duel, he waited for enthusiastic applause, circling the clearing over the body of his defeated foe.
Fortunately for Felian, after several years of hard training, ordinary wounds no longer had such a terrifying effect on him, and the bleeding cuts sometimes even healed on their own right before one's eyes. Perhaps the healing infusions that, following his sister's instructions, he had been diligently taking every day, helped. Somehow steadying his ragged breathing, the fae opened one eye and slowly reached a hand towards his blade, which was stuck in the ground nearby. Finding the hilt, wet with sweat and spilled blood, he pushed off the ground and, gathering all his strength, powerfully flapped his wings and rushed towards Kelley. Until one of the fighters either lost his life or conceded defeat, their duel was not over.
The dark-haired one managed to react to the fae's desperate attack at the last moment, although he was clearly shocked by such a turn of events. Holding his weapon out in front of him, he prepared to defend against Felian's blow, but the latter had no intention of slowing down. On the contrary, reaching maximum speed, he rammed his opponent, frozen in the air, at full tilt.
The clang of steel, grinding, and crunching merged into a single melody in his ears. A light and, fortunately, shallow cut from Kelley's sword ran across his neck just above the shoulder. With difficulty slowing down, Felian turned back, only to watch his enemy, with broken wings, fall to the ground like a heavy stone. Frightened exclamations arose from the crowd of onlookers.
Descending to his defeated opponent, Felian watched impassively as Kelley unsuccessfully tried to move the unnaturally twisted limbs of his broken body. Their eyes met. Weakly moving his lifeless lips, he whispered something, but Felian couldn't make out a single word. He no longer looked so arrogant.
Approaching the motionless body of the fae, he raised his sword, ready to finish what he had started.
—Nooo! —a cry full of pain and rage from the dark-haired fae rang out across the stands, frozen in deathly silence.
In one desperate rush, Liflira threw herself towards her fallen son, pointing her palm in Felian's direction. Immediately, right in front of him, a wall of thorny bushes grew from the ground. Jumping aside, the fae prepared for a new fight, but it didn't come.
—My poor boy. —bending over Kelley, the fae began casting healing spells. Other healers came to her aid. The ground around the dark-haired one began to glow in light green tones.
One of the guards flew up to the still bewildered Felian and, removing his helmet, with due respect, almost as an equal, addressed him:
—My congratulations. You have passed the final trial.

Crushed by the boundless hardships of its celestial woes, the sun was already completing its honorable daily vigil, casting its last, melancholy glimmers upon the forest retiring to sleep.
Overflowing with joy and delight, Felian nevertheless noted with some anxiety the absence of his sister among the spectators of the final stage of the trials. Probably the damned old sorceresses had loaded her up with magical sciences again.
Now, fortunately, it posed no difficulty for him to move freely through the forest town. Even if he had not yet undergone the formal ceremony, his position in society had changed forever from this day forward: this he could clearly observe from the abruptly altered attitude of the other fae. No longer a weakling and a pushover, but strong and worthy. Along the way, it even seemed to him that a passing group of fae followed him with curious glances, and one, with cute braided pigtails, even gave him a meaningful wink.
—You can congratulate me! —forgetting all manners and propriety, he practically flew into Mithira's chambers. —I passed! Passed!
Until that moment occupied with reading some book, the fae immediately threw it aside and, forgetting everything, joyfully rushed into his arms. Rejoicing like children, they jumped, danced, and shouted triumphantly.
—The trials must be pretty simple these days if even you, brother, managed to pass them. —Mithira tried to give the fae her usual flick on the forehead, but this time he easily dodged.
—I've just become too strong. —Felian declared matter-of-factly.
—Maybe so. —noticeably out of breath from the joyful celebrations, Mithira returned to the table and sat down to rest. Only now did the fae notice her unusually pale face and dimmed, tired eyes. —But I always knew you would succeed. —smiling, she added.
—Well, how are things with you? —Felian inquired cautiously. —You look very tired.
—Ah, come on, it's nothing serious. —the fae waved her hand dismissively. —I told you about those magic schools. Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, you look away for a second — you're ten pages behind, and then it's blah-blah-blah-blah-blah again. —she mimicked the teachers.
Chuckling softly, the fae took the seat opposite his sister and peered sympathetically into her blue, sky-clear eyes.
—If it weren't for your support all these years, I would never have achieved anything. So, if you ever need my help, just let me know. I'll do everything possible and impossible.
—Heh, you're so serious all of a sudden, brother. —Mithira's lips curled into a slight smile. —We made that promise back then, remember, when our parents died?
—Of course I remember. —Felian nodded confidently. —Always help each other.
—Well, then you have nothing to worry about. Better tell me, who do you plan to choose for your first partner? Got anyone in mind?
—I... uh... —Felian blushed noticeably. —There is one fae...
Noticing her brother's embarrassment, Mithira laughed merrily.

Her ringing laughter still sometimes echoed in his head, especially in his dreams. But more often it was replaced by the now-familiar sounds of battle: the clang of steel, the whistle of arrows, the explosions of magical projectiles, cries of rage, pain, and fear, the weeping of men, women, and children. It would seem that a couple of years is nothing compared to a whole lifetime, especially for someone like the fae folk, but in reality, things were quite different.
In terms of numbers, the Republican and Dzhuan troops were roughly equal today. Their conflicts, though quite rare, were often marked by significant losses, as neither side wished to yield an inch of its ambitions. The Dzhuan commander had positioned his army on the advantageous high ground, and under ordinary circumstances would surely have emerged victorious, but unfortunately for him, this time the Synean legion was supported by the "Pain Devourers". With bloodcurdling cries, griffins dove from the skies onto their victims, carrying in their saddles equally ruthless, unstoppable riders.
Felian himself, unlike his comrades-in-arms, had no need for a mount. Moreover, as one who grew up in a unique harmony with nature, the very fact of such enslavement of living creatures did not appeal to him. But now he was not at home, and for the sake of his goal, he could turn a blind eye to such things. If his service in the Tenth Legion proved useful in any way, it was in helping to significantly expand the boundaries of the worldview typical of isolated Ophaash.
Descending to the churned-up, torn earth from the recently ended carnage, the fae approached another soldier mutilated by a griffin's beak and claws. The Dzhuanian was breathing heavily, barely standing on half-bent legs; his armor was completely torn, his boots soaked in blood. A shock of dark hair was tousled across his forehead, covering one of his eyes, now fixed entirely on the fae. With trembling hands, he continued to clutch the hilt of his broken sword, intending to meet his final fight with dignity.
Spreading his wings, Felian lifted off the ground, then made a swift rush towards the Dzhuanian, brandishing his one-handed swords. In his current pitiful state, the soldier had no chance whatsoever of repelling such an attack: knocked off his feet, he flew aside, falling silent forever. Sheathing his weapons, the fae set about his usual looting of the fallen: anything of any value would undoubtedly come in handy.
With a prolonged roar nearby, a griffin landed near Felian. A bearded dwarf in heavy steel armor jumped from it to the ground.
—Alright, go for a walk. —patting the animal on the back, he, lazily swaying from side to side, headed towards the fae. The griffin, apparently understanding its master's command, rushed off somewhere to the side with a fierce cry, disappearing behind a small hill, from which inhuman screams soon emanated.
—I love fighting the Dzhuanians. —he addressed Felian without any greeting. —They always fight to the last, no need to chase anyone afterward, heh-heh. —indifferently spitting on the corpse of one of the soldiers, he too began searching the bodies.
—Personally, I prefer fighting the monsters of the wastelands. —Felian remarked.
—Well, that's understandable for you, winged one. But me, after I chop up a couple of narrow-eyed ones, my mood is set for the whole week!
—Be careful with your expressions, Bodl. —another comrade-in-arms joined the looters — a Haian with long dark hair. In one hand he still clutched the hilt of his katana, obviously not about to let his guard down.
—Well, sorry, Li. —the dwarf shrugged. —You chop down your own brothers yourself, no point in taking offense.
Felian knew that this wasn't the Haian's real name, but for certain reasons he didn't reveal his true one, and so soon the comrades got used to calling him that, simply.
—The duty of service has nothing to do with insulting and desecrating the fallen. Your crazy bird over there is about to start devouring the bodies.
—Ah, screw it. —Bodl waved dismissively. —Better check out what I found! —he happily shook the golden necklace clutched in his hand.
—Speaking of which, that's actually what we wanted to talk to you about, Felian. —Li suddenly changed the subject.
The fae looked up from his task and gazed questioningly at his comrades, who had become his close friends during his service.
—You told us you were collecting money to treat your sister. Something expensive and rare, not even found in your country. So Bodl and I consulted here, —with these words he kicked the dwarf, who was distracted by studying the jewel, —and decided it would be right to help you.
The Haian took a heavy sack, jingling with gold, from his bag and held it out to the astonished fae.
—Ah, well, it's... in short, yeah, brother. —Bodl came up to Felian and slapped him heavily on the shoulder, with such force that the latter swayed noticeably. —I spent a bit on booze, of course, but the rest is all for you.
—But... why? —the stunned fae forced out. —Don't you need it yourselves?
—I'd have just pissed it all away on drink and women anyway.
—Unlike us, you still have a family. —Li added. —And I was always taught that family is the most important thing.
For the first time in recent months, Felian felt genuine, unfeigned happiness.

He flew and flew, completely exhausted, lifting his heavy, frozen wings despite the fatigue. Hope gave him confidence and nourished him with boundless energy. He was returning home, and much earlier than expected. All his efforts had not been in vain. Today, he would finally repay his debt.
The sun had long since disappeared below the horizon when Felian vaguely discerned ahead the outlines of his native trees, looming in the night like gloomy titans. Myriads of tiny stars covered the sleeping firmament like a patterned silk cloth. A young moon cast timid glimmers, reflecting off the mirror-like waters of Lake Shaon. A pleasant night breeze playfully ran through the tree crowns, its refreshing breath clearing his mind.
He would, without doubt, not receive a warm welcome, but such trifles did not concern the fae.
—Hey, who are you? —one of the guards rudely called out to him as he approached.
—Felian. I need to see Mithira. —he replied briefly, without slowing down.
—Don't know you. Stop, where are you going? —the sentry darted towards him, drawing his weapon.
—I don't have time for your nonsense. —the fae sighed in irritation. He could, of course, understand the guard, but at that moment logic and common sense were the last things on his mind.
—Wait, Felian, is that really you? —another fae, apparently a worker, flew up to the legionnaire, who had slowed down. —It really is you! —he exclaimed, examining his face incredulously.
—Do you know him, Kelley? —the guard hesitated for a moment.
Taking advantage of the commotion he had caused, Felian continued on his way.
—Hey, Felian, wait! —came the voice of his former enemy from afar. —Don't you know? Your sister... Hey, where are you going?
He didn't want to hear the end of his sentence. Something painfully stabbed in his chest, and a disgusting, oppressive feeling compressed his lungs.
Mithira's little house was empty and abandoned, apparently for quite some time. Wiping a thick layer of dust from the table with his palm, he looked around, searching for at least something familiar. But besides the modest interior items, there was nothing left here that could be called home.
—Are you looking for Mithira? —a familiar female voice made Felian jump in surprise and turn around. The dark-haired fae stood on the threshold of the house, studying him carefully with her gaze. Moonlight played in her hair, casting shadows on her face, lined with fresh wrinkles. —Kelley told me. —she explained.
—What happened to my sister? Where is she? —the fae asked directly.
—I'm so sorry. The forest spirits have taken her soul. —after a short pause, Liflira answered.
—You promised you could give her five years. —ignoring her words, Felian continued.
—I'm so sorry. —Liflira repeated, spreading her hands guiltily. —The power of nature magic is great, but even it is nothing compared to the will of the spirits.
—Looks like you're lousy healers. —the fae said with unexpected anger.
—We did everything in our power. —the dark-haired one sighed sadly. —Ordinary illnesses are trifles for our kind. But this time it was completely different, alas. The poor thing suffered so much, was in agony, called for you...
—Enough. —Felian interrupted her roughly, hearing how shamefully his voice trembled. Dropping his gaze, he trudged towards the exit, barely moving his petrified legs.
—Wait. —Liflira called out to him cautiously. —Mithira... asked me to give you this. —she held out a paper package.
Accepting the gift, Felian mechanically clutched it in his hand and flew away.

"...so don't despair, brother. I won't allow you to ruin your life because of me. You've only just achieved everything you dreamed of. I want you to find your happiness. And if you are happy, then I will be too. Remember, all of us — I, mother, and father — will always be by your side."
Felian kept rereading the last lines, unable to tear his gaze away from the message, a fragile thread connecting him to his family. He had expected his soul to wail under the weight of overwhelming emotions, but the opposite happened — within him reigned an absolute, all-encompassing emptiness. And so he sat on the top of one of the giant trees until the fatigue accumulated over several days and the burden of recent experiences cast him into a restless sleep, full of visions and nightmares. There, for the last time, the fae was together with his family.
Father, mother, and other fae strolled through a blooming summer garden, while Felian himself played tag with Mithira. Their faces shone with bright, joyful smiles.
Sunk in slumber, he inadvertently unclenched the palm gripping the letter. Caught by a sharp gust of wind, it smoothly spread its paper wings and disappeared into the distance.
Later, Felian learned that Bodl and Li had died on one of the "Pain Devourers" missions. The death of his battle comrades finally made him abandon any plans to return to the legion ranks. He was also not inclined to remain in the land of the fae and subject himself again to the merciless trials.
***
Almost half a year had passed since then.
Lost in his own thoughts, Felian gave his wings the freedom to choose the further path. He flew west, towards the shores of the Tsutarian Sea, having no particular motive or goal for his wanderings. There, in the distance, the lights of a large port city flickered. "Axoth." —the fae guessed. He had heard many different things about this place. They said it could just as easily grant a traveler a new life as take one away. Perhaps, in his case, no more suitable place could be found.

stats

Origin:

Fey: character can fly, immunity to melee attacks, while flying evasion against ranged attacks is increased by 1.5 times, and speed by 2.

Cards:

Pain Eaters: rank-and-file
+5 to all characteristics
Attacks from active abilities ignore the enemy's armor and protective spells
Immunity to negative effects that influence the mind
Mental deviation: the character cannot flee the battlefield

Fey: adaptation
Diseases, poisons, and bleeding do not affect the character

Characteristics:
Strength — 40
Agility — 50
Perception — 20
Endurance — 40
Intellect — 10
Willpower — 10

Skills:


Legionnaire
+40% to health, willpower, initiative, and accuracy if at least one ally is participating in the battle
✧ Specialist ✧ Fully upgraded combat skill (x2)


One-Handed Weapon
Proficient Handling: +0.5 to damage for each unit of strength
Additional Attack
Parry (evasion against accuracy)
Counterattack
Accuracy: +0.7 to accuracy for each unit of agility


Combat Fey
One-handed weapon skill
Ability to deal critical damage
Male characters and wild animals receive 2 times more damage
+0.5 to attractiveness for each unit of strength and agility
✧ Handsome ✧ The character can pass any check using attractiveness; during checks, attractiveness is doubled
✧ Ambidexter ✧ The character gains the ability to use a weapon in each hand, additional attack
✧ Dive ✧ The fey attacks a character while flying, deals critical damage, evasion and parry do not work (cooldown: 1 turn)
✧ Raid ✧ For 3 turns, the fey fights while flying (cooldown: 2 turns)

Inventory:
Two one-handed swords
Light armor
Money

The son of my mother’s friend just burst out laughing.

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Well, here we go! I hope to finish reading it by the end of the expansion and be able to accurately assess the descriptions.