- Not really, actually. When I was younger, my colleague and I were looking for a way to break a contract with demons, and we stumbled upon records related to an old, extinct Ataraxian order of traitors. They betrayed their faith, they made a deal with some demon, and they even betrayed him. In the end, the Emperor's emissaries killed them all, but information about them survived. We tried to forcibly convert many Ataraxians, but nothing worked, so we eventually abandoned that idea and found another way. But with you, it worked, most likely because you voluntarily agreed to accept the power when you ate the worm.
- I'll go, I need to think about a lot of things now. Alone. Maybe we'll meet again.
The young mage left, dejected and devastated. He didn't know what to do now or how to live. Tarvitsiy returned to his room to pack his things and do something.
- I know, Silence, you don't have to say anything.
- *silence*
- Yes. I am to blame for what happened to us. Now I am a cursed man, and you are a cursed sword. And the Inciter is a cursed dagger. Now we are all cursed...
- *silence*
- I don't know yet what we should do, but I need to write a letter...
Since he only had a quill and a scrap of paper, Tarvitsiy took the Inciter and made a deep cut on his forearm. "Dear members of the order, mentor, my brother Nemilii. I am forced to inform you of sad news. I failed my very first assignment. I failed miserably. How did this happen? Stupidity. Youthful foolishness and inexperience. I will never return to the order. There is no place for me there anymore. Forget me forever. Forget the naive Tarvitsiy. He died in a dirty ditch with the knife of a Nevermore bastard in his back. That is his fate."
The mage wanted to write much more, but he couldn't find the right words. He folded the paper, threw it on the bed, packed his things, and went to take a cabin on the Breeze.
[I'm going to the Breeze, taking cabin number thirteen.]
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт