The elder's eyes widened fractionally—the first show of surprise from any of the ashen elves. "I can tell that you have been touched by chaos," he said, reaching out a long-fingered hand that stopped just short of touching Jolthar's chest.
"And quite deeply too. And yet you are still standing."
"Even the man that informed of you of his place, had died wielding that power. What is your purpose, coming here? To trespass on our lands like it's your own?"
The elder's assessment was spoken with unmistakable wonder.
In all his centuries, perhaps he had never seen a human vessel contain such chaos power without fracturing. Most humans who touched chaos energies were consumed by them, their minds shattered, their bodies transformed into abominations.
