The Ecstasy of Destruction: A High Elf's Delight

As I stand atop the ruined walls of Zentrica, the wind whipping my golden locks into a frenzy, I am filled with an unbridled sense of joy. The stench of death and destruction wafts through the air, a heady perfume that intoxicates me. My Golden Troop, those magnificent warriors, stand at my side, their eyes burning with the same fervor that drives me. Together, we are the harbingers of doom, the bringers of chaos to this pitiful human kingdom. And in that moment, I am at my most alive, my senses heightened as I savor the thrill of conquest.

I recall the first time I laid eyes on the human realm, a sprawling metropolis of steel and stone that seemed to stretch on forever. I was but a young High Elf, barely out of my teenage years, but even then, I knew that this was a place that needed to be torn down, rebuilt in the image of the Golden Elves. And so, I set my sights on this prize, my mind consumed by the desire to see it reduced to rubble, to watch as the humans cowered in fear before me. It’s a vision that still drives me today, a constant reminder of what I must achieve.

But it’s not just the destruction itself that brings me such ecstasy, it’s the art of it, the precision, the calculated cruelty. I take great pleasure in planning each and every assault, in choosing the perfect moment to strike, to unleash my wrath upon the unsuspecting humans. And when the battle is done, and the dust has settled, I am left to survey the wreckage, to bask in the glow of my own genius. It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe, but it’s one that I’ve grown to crave, a high that I can only get from the rush of war.