"Come into being, my people!"
Almus's calm voice echoed through the empty ruins.
Almus wasted no time and began creating more of his people.
Even so, it would still be difficult for him to produce enough people and warriors in such a short time.
When Almus obtained the Aether, he had also created the first few hundred Kursed warriors. The Dark Elves were not entirely without the strength to fight.
Almus sat on a newly built seat as currents laden with dark energy slowly flowed around him, swallowing masses of matter. The space before him seemed to dissolve, or perhaps become pixelated.
Life gradually faded, then gradually emerged anew.
A brand-new Dark Elf was successfully born.
Almus stood up and stopped creating ordinary Dark Elves.
They had once used a complete set of elf templates to create their kin.
But Almus was merely an ordinary candidate for elder, and he had only so many templates in his possession.
Naturally, he had no way to create enough Dark Elves to wage war.
If he used the Aether to slowly explore genetic combinations, Almus doubted he would live long enough to finish.
Almus sensed the power between his fingers, feeling the darkness within it.
The Dark Elves had now reached a moment of life and death.
Before this, Almus had lost everything. The elder had died, and his last friend had died.
The kin who had lived alongside him aboard the mothership had died as well.
With nothing left to hope for, Almus had naturally built up his forces with the intention of taking Asgard down with him.
He had created the Kursed warriors for a decisive battle against Asgard.
But the situation had now changed. He had created new kin, and with them by his side, he was no longer the