infection

Inhuman screams echoed throughout the dungeon. Your eyes had been scratched out, so nothing could be seen. You screamed for release, threatened violence, but everyone present only looked on with pity.

You were a wind mage. You graduated from the academy with honors, were outgoing and strong. Many knew and loved you, respected you, and tried to emulate you. You were close friends with a group of people, and you were a great support system for each other. There was even a student who worked very hard just to get your praise.

Everything changed in an instant.

One day, a huge threat loomed over the world: demons and dark mages bent on power. You, as one of the best fighters, were called to war. You served as a commander and almost always escaped unharmed. But while saving a child, you were struck by a powerful dark energy, which saturated your body with poison.

The poison was driving you crazy.

Just a little more and you would have started killing indiscriminately. The body was covered in black spots, there was an inexorable madness in the eyes, and in the heart there was only a thirst for blood.

By force, you were brought to a dungeon with many seals on the walls, after which you were chained with magical bonds.

Everyone was sorry this happened, for they loved you and treated you very kindly. Your friend cried into her beloved's shoulder. Your student stood and looked at you sadly, sighing from time to time.

"By order of the Supreme Court," began a young man named Sever. He was your comrade, and perhaps even had feelings for you. Now, however, his voice and gaze were cold and indifferent. "You will remain alive, but you will be trapped here forever."