I Died and Became a Noble's Heir

Chapter 798: Dark Elves

He understood what was happening.

The chains were preventing the souls from departing. They were holding the essences of the dead in the chamber.

They were binding something that should have been freed by death itself. The souls were trapped. They could not move beyond the boundaries of the chamber. They could not journey toward whatever resting place their deaths should have granted them.

They were imprisoned in death just as they had been imprisoned in life.

“By the gods,” Maelor whispered, his voice barely audible even in the silence of the chamber.

Jack’s head turned slightly. His eyes met Maelor’s across the distance that separated them. His expression remained unchanged.

“There are no gods here,” Jack said, his voice carrying the weight of absolute certainty and finality. “They do not care for us. They have never cared for us. They will not interfere with what occurs in this chamber. These prisoners threw their lives away through violence and cruelty. They spent centuries confined, consuming resources, existing only as cautionary tales. In death, they serve a better purpose.”

The chains tightened.

Their bodies began to transform.

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It began with the skin.

The pale elven complexion began to darken. The transformation was not gradual.

A fundamental shift that occurred at a cellular level.

The pale complexion that had characterized elven beauty for millennia was consumed by this transformation.

The color shifted from light to dark as if the prisoners’ bodies were absorbing shadow itself into their very cells.

Valerien’s pale skin turned far darker.

The profound and absolute darkness of the deep ocean. His remains, previously pale and cadaverous in their whiteness, transformed into something that looked grim.

The hair began to change simultaneously.

Blonde turned to black. Auburn became deep indigo. Every light shade was consumed by darkness.

The prisoners’ hair transformed into something far more striking, far more pronounced. The transformation left no trace of the original coloring.

A corpse that had been blonde and pale transformed into something with dark skin and black hair.

A transformation so complete that its original appearance became almost impossible to recall.

Another corpse, which had possessed reddish hair, transformed into something with deep purple-black hair. The darkness was profound, depths that normal hair could never possess.

The transformations accelerated.

Tattoos began to manifest across the bodies.

Not the tattoos that had marked criminals and atrocities.

Those faded and disappeared as the body transformed.

New tattoos.

Intricate patterns that covered their skin from neck to wrist to ankle.

The patterns glowed faintly with their own luminescence.

Crimson, violet, deep blue.

The patterns were complex, covering every inch of the dark skin that had replaced the pale flesh.

The tattoos were not random. They appeared to be a language or a mark, something significant inscribed directly into their transformed skin.

Maelor recognized some of the patterns.

They resembled symbols from texts he had studied, from histories that predated current elven civilization.

They were the marks of the dark elves. The lost race. The elves that had been systematically eliminated over three hundred years ago during his father’s reign.

A thousand dark elves were rising.

The corpses of the elven criminals were becoming something else entirely.

Something that had not existed for over three hundred years.

Beings that the kingdom had systematically eliminated from existence, erasing from history the very knowledge that they had once lived.

Thessala’s corpse transformed. Her dark skin manifested. Her blonde hair became the deepest indigo. Intricate tattoos covered her transformed body, creating patterns that her power transcended those of a typical elf.

Korin’s body rose as a dark elf. His young frame was transformed into something beautiful and dark simultaneously.

His dark skin glowed faintly with the luminescence of his tattoos. His eyes, which had been the pale blue of standard elves, changed.

One thousand bodies rose from the floor.

Their eyes opened. The eyes of dark elves are entirely black, with no whites, irises, or pupils. Just pure darkness. The eyes conveyed intelligence and purpose.

They moved with the particular grace of creatures operating in perfect coordination. They stood, and the chains binding their souls began to dissolve. But the binding remained.

An invisible chain on their soul now, that they served a new master. The souls remained bound to Jack’s will.

Jack’s hand remained extended, holding the souls in absolute captivity even as the chains themselves faded into the ethereal spaces from which they had manifested.

The dark elves understood completely.

They had been transformed from criminals into soldiers. They had been bound by magic and purpose. They were no longer individuals operating with free will.

They were no longer prisoners confined to cells. They were no longer elves in the traditional sense.

They were dark elves.

They were soldiers.

They were instruments of power to be used as Jack sees fit.

Jack lowered his hand, and the ethereal binding settled into place.

The dark elves remained motionless, waiting for commands that had not yet been issued.

Waiting for orders that would direct them toward purposes they did not yet understand but would execute with absolute precision.

Jack turned to face Maelor directly.

“This is the start of a new beginning for your nation,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of completion and finality. “One thousand dark elves. One thousand soldiers who will answer only to you. One thousand essences bound to serve your will, bound to execute your commands, bound to reshape your kingdom into something far more powerful than it has ever been.

But, they come with a cost; they know full well already that if you do something to betray this trust I have shown you, they will kill you. You may be very powerful, but your power will run dry at one point if you keep fighting for too long. An army that never quits is impossible to kill, especially if you can’t kill me.”

Maelor’s hand was pressed against the stone railing.

One thousand criminals transformed into one thousand dark elves.

Three hundred years of extinction reversed in a single moment.

Jack turned and walked toward the exit. His footsteps carried him away from the chamber and its transformed occupants.

His path ascended back toward the palace, leaving Maelor standing alone among the thousand dark elves who stood motionless before him.

Maelor remained, staring at the thousand dark elves who stood motionless in the chamber.

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A notification appeared in Jack’s consciousness as he climbed the stairs back toward the palace.

[Dark Elves Created]

Dreknar’s first objective was within reach.

The lost race had been recreated from the souls of those who had committed atrocities severe enough to warrant eternal imprisonment.

Jack Kaiser had transformed 1,000 criminals into 1,000 soldiers.

And King Maelor stood alone in the dungeon, surrounded by the dark elves who would reshape his nation’s future, understanding with absolute certainty that his alliance with Jack Kaiser had moved beyond political arrangement into something far darker and far more profound than he could have possibly anticipated.

His kingdom would gain a military force that no enemy could anticipate. His future had been secured through the death of a thousand prisoners and the resurrection of a race that the world had believed permanently extinct.

King Maelor’s kingdom would never be the same.

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