Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 42: The Elaris Hold

Chapter 42: The Elaris Hold

Alex obeyed without a second thought, his fingers closing around Thalorin’s larger, weathered hand.

As his palm settled against Thalorin’s, the faint hum of energy from the crystal pressed against his skin, like a pulse beneath his finge

As his palm settled against Thalorin’s, the faint hum of energy from the crystal pressed against his skin, like a pulse beneath his fingertips.

As his palm settled against Thalorin’s, the faint hum of energy from the crystal pressed against his skin, like a pulse beneath his fingertips.

It was subtle, at first, almost imperceptible, but as he held on, the sensation deepened, spreading like a ripple through the air itself.

Before Alex could even register the shift, Thalorin’s powerful grip tightened around his hand, and without a word, he leapt.

The world around them exploded in motion, one moment, the steady ground beneath their feet; the next, the world twisted and blurred, spinning in a wild kaleidoscope of light and shadow.

Time seemed to warp, stretching and twisting like taffy, as though the very fabric of reality was bending in their wake.

Alex’s heart stuttered in his chest, and his breath caught in his throat as the air around them swirled, turning thick and charged with a force he couldn’t comprehend.

It was as if they were falling and rising all at once, the sensation of weightlessness clinging to him, his stomach flipping with the strange, disorienting pull.

The sensation was a rush, an exhilarating, almost dizzying torrent of motion, as if they were tearing through the very fabric of the world itself.

The wind howled past, biting and sharp, the earth slipping away beneath them like water from a stream.

Colors smeared into streaks, rich greens that blurred into golden streaks, the deep blues of the sky stretching out in the blink of an eye, followed by a flash of earth and stone as the ground seemed to shift below them.

It was as though they were suspended in a moment between moments, lost in a whirlwind that swept them across a landscape that changed with every breath.

Then, without warning, the world snapped back into focus.

They landed with a soft, jarring thud that sent a ripple of motion through the ground, the earth solid beneath their feet once more.

Alex’s legs buckled slightly as he staggered to keep his balance, the sudden stillness after the chaos making his head spin.

His breath came in quick, ragged bursts, the rush of the journey still fresh in his chest as his senses struggled to catch up.

Before him loomed Elaris Hold, a grand and towering mansion nestled against a backdrop of sprawling woods and mist-drenched hills.

"Welcome to Elaris Hold, Alex," Thalorin said,

Alex blinked, his senses still reeling from the dizzying rush of their teleportation.

He stumbled slightly, his feet grounding him in the softness of the earth, his legs still adjusting to the sudden shift in reality.

The world around him swirled into focus, the sharp clarity of the moment seizing his attention.

His gaze lifted, drawn inexorably upward, and his breath caught in his throat.

The mansion before him was nothing short of awe-inspiring, a vast structure that seemed to stretch endlessly toward the sky.

Its sheer scale was staggering, rivaling even Thalorin’s own home in both grandeur and splen

Thalorin noticed Alex’s awestruck expression, and a small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips

With a light chuckle, Thalorin crossed his arms over his chest, the crystal still pulsing faintly in his hand.

Its glow seemed to mirror the amusement in his eyes. "What were you expecting?" he asked, his voice a calm blend of curiosity and dry humor.

Alex shrugged, shifting his pack on his shoulder.

"I don’t know for sure," he admitted, his voice soft but laced with contemplation.

"It just seems all elves love huge houses," Alex said, his voice carrying a lightness that barely masked the swirl of thoughts behind his words.

He gestured vaguely at the sprawling estate, his hand slicing through the air as if trying to grasp the enormity of it all.

Thalorin’s smile widened, the corners of his eyes crinkling with warmth and quiet amusement, as though Alex’s words had struck some familiar chord within him.

"Who wouldn’t?" Thalorin replied, his voice rich and resonant, carrying a deep note of pride.

"Who wouldn’t?" Thalorin replied, his voice rich and resonant, carrying a deep note of pride

Thalorin stepped forward with deliberate ease, his boots making soft impressions on the cobblestone path as he approached the grand iron gate.

With a practiced motion, Thalorin pressed his palm against a rune-etched button embedded within the gate’s framework.

A soft chime rang out, its tone clear and resonant, cutting through the stillness like a bell heralding the arrival of something important.

Seconds later, a voice, gruff and strained, as if disturbed from a deep reverie, barked back from somewhere within the mansion’s depths. "Coming!"

Alex’s brow furrowed in quiet confusion, his gaze narrowing as he absorbed the strange tone of the voice that had greeted them.

The shout, though loud enough to carry through the stillness of the morning air, was thick with strain

Who could be so out of breath so early in the morning? he wondered, his curiosity piqued.

He glanced at Thalorin, who seemed unfazed by the oddity, his expression unreadable.

Thalorin’s words drifted into the air with the lightness of an offhand remark, casual as though it should have been a perfect explanation. "Jusin runs an animal care center," he said, his voice smooth and untroubled, as if this simple statement should immediately clear away any lingering doubts or questions.

But to Alex, it did the exact opposite.

His mind, already buzzing with curiosity from the strained shout, now felt even more clouded with uncertainty. An animal care center?

Before Alex could voice his growing curiosity, a figure appeared in the small, arched cut-out at the top of the gate, just above eye level.

A head, framed by the intricate wrought iron, poked through the opening, the face half-hidden in shadow.

At first, it was nothing more than a pair of eyes, wide, alert, and rimmed with the kind of weary sharpness that only years of hard work could carve into someone’s expression.

Then, the face came fully into view.