🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

He takes a step back, making a conscious effort to steady his trembling legs. His breath catches in his throat, and an icy chill washes over his chest. He was not merely a victim; he was a tool. And the fate that had been prepared for him, he now bestowed upon others. Perhaps it would even be a good thing if he were taken into custody. At least then, he would no longer be able to harm anyone. But the black creature... it would remain free and continue its vile work. And Zaviruška. An innocent man, who had never harmed anyone in his life. Her face, framed by the contortions of death, was etched in his mind. The monster did not have the courage to carry out its twisted justice in person; instead, it acted like a cowardly rat, using the hands of others. The strongest man in Nephiria, reduced to nothing more than a raving sadist. Never before in his life had he felt such a mixture of pain, anger, and helplessness. And in this torment, he was utterly alone. After a moment's hesitation, he finds the strength to proceed to the next floor, to the theologians. If the curse does not have a daily recharge, then he has already lost.