Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

In the middle of it all, there was a large tree with a massive trunk, and it was so high and tall, its branches spreading on all sides, covering the entire city. The tree was adorned with vibrant flowers and lush foliage, creating a breathtaking canopy that provided shade and shelter for the bustling streets below.

Its presence added a touch of enchantment to the already magical atmosphere of the city, making it feel like a hidden oasis amidst the urban landscape.

In this serene and tranquil place, there was a sudden explosion that echoed through the city. It wasn\'t major, but a fire spell burst out in an alarming amount.

In one part of the city, there were two distinct groups of beings engaged in a fierce battle.

These beings had distinct pointy ears and fair skin and were attired in elaborate clothing. They moved with grace and agility, their weapons glinting in the moonlight as they clashed. The sound of swords clashing and spells being cast filled the air, creating a scene of chaos and intensity.

Some of them had a fair complexion, exuding a captivating beauty, while others possessed a darker allure.

There were two races of the elves, the forest elves and the dark elves, ancient rivals entangled in a seemingly endless feud. The forest elves were known for their affinity with nature; they were often seen adorned with leaves and flowers, blending seamlessly into their surroundings.

On the other hand, the dark elves had a mysterious aura, cloaked in shadow and secrecy, making them formidable opponents in battle. Despite their differences, both races shared an unparalleled skill in magic and combat, making their clashes all the more intense and unpredictable.

Amidst the chaos, two figures stood out. One was a handsome male forest elf, his expression stoic and composed as he skillfully fought against a fierce female dark elf.

The dark elf had a bow in her hand, shooting arrows at him with accuracy. Her movements were swift and graceful, her eyes gleaming with fierce determination. The forest elf deftly dodged each arrow, his agility matched only by his precision in wielding a gleaming silver long blade.

The clash between their contrasting styles created an electrifying dance of skill and strategy, captivating all who witnessed it.

The clash between their powers was captivating, but suddenly the male elf ceased his attack and looked in a specific direction.

The female elf, confused by his sudden pause, also felt an inexplicable sensation and halted her movements. Their eyes met, and the male elf calmly suggested, "Why don\'t we wrap this up for today and deal with it another time?"

The dark elf nodded in agreement, acknowledging that she too had other pressing matters to attend to.

With that, she and her companions swiftly departed from the battleground, leaving the male elf behind.

The handsome male elf quickly made his way to the most magnificent building in the city, a palace-like structure adorned with numerous spires. It was right under the large tree that stood at the heart of the city, its branches stretching towards the sky.

As he entered, he was greeted by a grand hall filled with intricate tapestries and elegant chandeliers, a testament to the wealth and power of the ruling elves.

Inside, he entered a chamber where a woman with an air of regality sat at a table surrounded by other elves, deep in discussion. This woman was the ruler of the forest elves, the sister of the male elf.

"Elder Sister, we need to talk," he said with a sense of urgency.

Her presence commanded respect, and her eyes held both wisdom and concern.

"What troubles you, my brother?" She replied, motioning for her advisors to leave the room. As the advisors filed out, the room grew quieter, leaving only the siblings to converse. The woman\'s voice was calm and soothing, a stark contrast to the urgency in her brother\'s tone.

Then the two talked about the familiar power he just felt.

***

Meanwhile, as Angus made his way through the wilderness after dealing with the orcs, he too felt a familiar surge of power. A sigh escaped his lips, and he shook his head as he continued on his path, knowing that he had other responsibilities that could not be postponed.

***

In the heart of the empire, within the confines of the grand palace, an elegant woman sat in a courtyard. She was surrounded by lush greenery and the soothing sound of trickling water from a nearby fountain. As she sipped her tea, her mind wandered about what only she knew.

She was the Empress of the Empire, and her presence exuded strength and wisdom. Her tranquil demeanor changed as she sensed a disturbance in the realm, her face wrinkling with anxiety.

Standing up, she walked out of the courtyard, her mind preoccupied with the mysterious force she had just perceived. She made her way through the grand halls of the palace, her flowing robes swishing softly with each step.

***

Back at the farm house, as Jaegar and Angelina sat together, he recounted his incredible journey in the mystical realm.

He was astonished to discover that, in reality, it had been 13 months, but he had spent those many years there. What surprised him, even more, was that, despite the time spent there, he had not aged even one bit.

Just as they were engrossed in their conversation, a dark-furred laigur flew in the direction of the house and landed right in the front yard of the house. Its piercing red eyes glowed in the dim light, and its powerful wings created a gust of wind as it touched down. Jaegar and Angelina looked at the creature as it landed.

He had never seen anything like it before, its presence was both captivating and unsettling.

Then a figure got off the back of the laigur and walked towards the house.