Description

In a brutal medieval fantasy world, a healer is left broken after a disastrous raid on a lich’s den. Blinded, his left arm torn away, and his entire party slaughtered, he clings to life among the corpses, using what little magic remains to sustain himself. Days pass in agony and silence—until a voice suddenly speaks to him.

"Heal me."

At first, he believes it to be a mere hallucination for his ending life—just another ruthless ploy by his deteriorating mind. However, the voice reappears, brimming with something eerie, inhumane; his sixth sense advising him that it is an eldritch entity speaking. He obeys in a state of desperation and delirium, using hands tainted with the decaying flesh, rotten blood, and reeking excretions of his fallen comrades to weave divine magic. The body he mends is neither warm nor breathing, yet it moves. It laughs. And in that moment, he realizes—he may have just saved something far worse than death itself.

He is now confined to a creature whose nature he cannot comprehend, trapped in the lair's blackened heart, and forced to make a wretched pact. He must give up mercy, defile the dead, and use his divinity in ways that no holy man should ever do in order to live. Because salvation is just another illusion—a lie down here, and the only thing scarier than death is what he has to become in order to get out and save his sibling.

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Prologue —>Chapter 1

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