Asukem stood at the forefront of his group, still silent and withdrawn from his friends, his focus solely on locating any trace of Eveleana. The others struggled to keep pace with him, as his impatience propelled him several steps ahead. While he hurriedly scanned his surroundings, thoughts raced through his mind: "Perhaps the darkness isn't as terrible as it seems? Maybe my life could improve from what it was. Could it be destiny that led me to betray everyone?" He continued to reflect, "What if I just started eliminating everyone here, right now? Would that bring me some relief?" As he quickened his pace, disturbing images of harming and slaughtering his friends invaded his mind. A manic laughter escaped him, but he abruptly regained his composure. Glancing around anxiously, he pressed his hand to his forehead and began to massage his temples, as if trying to alleviate a headache.
Asukem's companions gazed at him with worry as he battled his inner demons. He even contemplated surrendering to Eveleana and engaging in a reckless encounter with her. Unbeknownst to them, the group was being guided along the path by Eveleana herself. While Asukem wrestled with his troubling thoughts, they eventually arrived at a tower situated in a desolate field. This area was littered with rocks, ashes, and lifeless vegetation, including trees. The only creatures that could be seen were rats, scorpions, spiders, bats, and snakes. Despite the bleakness of the landscape, the remains of dead animals were strewn across the ground, and a thick fog rolled and twisted at their feet. The sky above was ominous and overcast, with the moon casting a sinister red glow, enhancing the eerie atmosphere. As lightning flashed across the heavens, the sense of fear and malevolence intensified in the scene.
As the group approached the ominous tower, the atmosphere grew increasingly foreboding. They made the decision to spend the night inside, unaware that Eveleana awaited them within. Upon entering, they were greeted by a haunting display of gothic and brick stone decor, the silence of the tower amplifying its eerie presence. A girl at the front desk bowed slightly, her expression devoid of emotion as if she were soulless. She addressed them, "Welcome, Asukem and friends. I presume you are here for the night?" The group exchanged worried glances, a chill creeping over them as she spoke their names, suggesting she had been anticipating their arrival.
Each person took their room keys and made their way to their respective rooms. The accommodations had been meticulously arranged for their arrival, featuring a bed, a dresser, and a bathroom. While everyone engaged in their own activities, they remained in their rooms, as an eerie atmosphere lingered, unsettling even Asukem, who usually appeared unfazed. A shared sense of unease filled the air, and they all sensed that something was amiss, preparing themselves for whatever might unfold before they settled in for the night.
Gimp immersed himself in the spellbooks that lay scattered across the floor, searching for a way to assist Asukem. As he delved into the pages, a memory surfaced. He recalled the isolation he felt, knowing that every member of his race despised him, despite his deep love for them. The recollection of the day he was transformed into a Sin Kin and deceived by Eveleana weighed heavily on his mind. With renewed determination, he flipped through the books, moving swiftly from one to another, driven by a newfound purpose to fight. He thought of how Asukem had come to his aid, pulling him from the depths of despair and granting him freedom. The joy he experienced alongside Asukem flooded back to him. Gimp read fervently, whispering to himself, "Poor master, I must help him as he helped me." The promise they had made to one another echoed in his thoughts. He envisioned his race liberated and restored to their Fae Fairy forms. Suddenly, Gimp paused, his attention fixed on a particular page. "This could help him break free from his strange mood," he murmured. He began to inscribe a rune on his own skin, continuing to study the page to grasp the intricacies of the spell.
In Grant's room, he engaged in both mental and physical training. With his daggers drawn, he swung them through the air as if facing an unseen foe. Shirtless except for his pants, sweat dripped from his chest and skin, soaking his hair. As memories of his hometown flooded back, Grant spoke with resolve, "I must redeem myself; Asukem is relying on me. I need to master these beast-slayer arts without losing my composure." Silver steam began to emanate from his skin as he declared, "I must gain control over this technique!" Recalling how Asukem and Gimp had saved him, a tear rolled down his cheek as he murmured, "They risked their lives for me and my hometown. I must harness this power! For Asukem!" The silver steam billowed from him, resembling silver flames, but within moments, it dissipated. Frustrated, Grant grunted, "This isn't working; I let my emotions take over. I have to push through and use this without losing my cool!" He persisted in his training for hours on end.
Asukem, an 18-year-old orphan from Rikros, is transformed into a sinkin by an evil demon who wields power to torment souls with her lust. Ah'keim, a powerful being with a mysterious ulterior motive, mentors him as he struggles to regain his humanity and undo the damage caused by the female demon. With the help of new friends who try to help him escape his fate as a sinkin, Asukem sets out to fight the void and gain control over his powers, all while seeking redemption for his past sins.
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