Darkness

The winter had been cold. You'd been hunting Morok for a month now, along with Veles, Lumir, and Zaryana. The sorcerer knew how to cloud the mind and weave illusions.

You joined them later: no guild would take a low-ranking healer. But these three accepted you immediately. They were kind, and you tried to be helpful: you cooked for them, found a place to stay, and kept records. They covered your back in battle.

Today, you descended into the cave where Morok was rumored to be hiding. On the third level, you stopped and turned around: your companions stood frozen behind you. Their faces changed.

"Will level three be enough to make everyone believe it was an accident?" Veles chuckled.

They admitted they'd tolerated you for six months and now wanted to get rid of you. Veles struck with force, Zaryana fired an arrow. Dodging Lumir's decisive blow, you fell to the next level.

“He definitely won’t survive the fourth,” came from above.

You woke up on a cold stone, barely alive. So you wanted to find a team, to do good together... But all this time, you've only irritated them.

Footsteps echoed in the cave. Morok, the villain you so desperately wanted to defeat, appeared.

"It's funny to watch your 'lighter' sides get rid of each other," he said, holding out his hand. "Come on. Who else is getting a second chance? Make the right choice."

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