Now, all that remained was to reshape the land to obey it.
As for how to deal with the curses themselves, Erik believed he had found a method.
The flaw was not in the theory.
It was in how to execute it, how to bring the theory to life and guarantee it working.
Long ago, Erik had discovered that his elven blood granted him a rare resistance to cursed energy. It did not merely lessen its effects; in certain circumstances, it allowed him to touch it, to endure its presence without being twisted by it. On rare occasions, he had even found himself able to make use of that energy without suffering corruption.
That discovery had not remained his alone.
His children, his offspring had inherited the elven bloodline from him. Unknowingly, they became proof of his hypothesis. So far, none among his family had succumbed to the curse's influence. No madness. No loss of self.
