☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Here was a trio of monster hunters, one of whom was undergoing a transformation, right before Alaria's eyes, that was likely irreversible. He was paying with his humanity for their arrogance. On the one hand, the tanar'si felt sorry for Klyn, but at the same time, she felt a slight sense of... envy? After all, humans were weak and fragile; only technology, magic, and otherworldly help allowed them to compete on the battlefield with the undead, demons, and, what's more, even serpent people! Without such support, or a display of ingenuity or incredible luck, a lone human would always be at the mercy of monsters with comparable talents. But at the same time, Klyn was now branded as an outcast. Even if he managed to mask his true nature in human society, many of the simple human pleasures would become inaccessible to him. No intimacy with his beloved. No enjoyment of food. He couldn't even properly relax in a warm bath! And he couldn't find solace in sleep or drown his sorrows in a bottle. It was a rather sad and lonely existence, although perhaps someone like a Kre'edarian would accept him with honor. He had already seen himself as a weapon of Her Majesty, and now, if the warrior's knowledge of this type of undead was correct, he could become a weapon in the most literal sense of the word. Besides, there were worse fates in Melisara's game. Much worse. At least this one didn't cost Klyn his life... existence. And it didn't change his mindset in an unpredictable way. For a moment, Alaria began to suspect that the dream with the doors, which she had seen before waking up in Her Highness's villa, was not a dream at all—it was a warning about this place, which she had failed to interpret correctly at the time. Did that mean that she herself was destined to become undead, albeit of a slightly different kind? No, that was nonsense! The wheel clearly showed that the victim becomes undead, not a demon. Of course, Melisara didn't even hide the fact that he was a capricious person, but he wouldn't change his own rules on the fly like that! Unless... unless there were some hybrid creatures here? Or demons that could technically be considered undead, as they arise from the souls of the dead? At this point, the tanar'si had nothing to counter her growing suspicions. The chances of them encountering another blood segment were slim, but that didn't mean they were nonexistent.