Role

Chapter 6

... Blackness...

... Malicious swarming ends...

As I looked up, a rather large, gilted mirror stood before me. I was no
longer wearing the flesh of a Dark Elf, but that of a Golden Hornet.

The mirror faded from view.

I began to inspect my new body. It felt stronger. More durable. My wings
reached outward and began to hum softly. I was then interrupted by a loud,
blood-curdled cough.

Before me, a large throne of gold stood. Within it, a fragile looking dark
elf gazed at me. His mouth curled into a wry grin.

Sentinals stood to either of Him. Though they were motionless, their danger
was evident.

Words... Thoughts... Feelings... Emotions... My mind was flooded to the
extent where I thought my skull would explode.

The mirror returned.

As I looked into the reflective surface, a tall and confident dark elf
glared back. My body had returned to normal. But now, the path ahead was
as clear as polished crystal.