Pure beings born from raw psionic energy—that's what elves were.
All kinds of forms,
Naturally beautiful as sin, wielding terrifying abilities to bend psionic energy to their will—they were psionic energy's golden children.
Back in the super-ancient days,
Plenty of human powerhouses,
Looking to juice up their clan's strength, tried copying the elven blueprint,
Transforming themselves into elves. The most badass branch called themselves Valkyries.
But when the dark mist rolled in, not only did every last elf vanish into thin air,
Even the Elf Palace where human elf-wannabe powerhouses lived got wiped off the map.
Ever since then, elves became nothing but legend—just stories told in old songs and dusty books.
Half-elves carried the bloodline of those human powerhouses who'd gone elf.
Even though ages had passed and the elven blood had gotten watered down,
Half-elves still had psionic mojo that put regular folks to shame.
