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It started with a whisper.
No... not even that. It was more like a hum. A sensation that ran just under my skin whenever I closed my eyes.
It had been a while since the Hollow King's blood entered me.
And I hadn't been the same since.
At first, I thought it was just paranoia. I kept checking my reflection in the mirror, half-expecting horns to sprout or my skin to turn grey.
But...my face stayed the same.
My body looked as it always did.
Except it didn't feel like mine anymore, I don't know how to explain it but there seemed to have a fundamental change in my body.
No matter how many times Venus grandpa ran tests on me, mana scans, or rune readings, nothing abnormal showed.
No curses.
No bindings.
No awakening sequence.
Nothing.
But every time I slept, it was like I was slipping into someone else's memory.
The first dream was of a battlefield, but not one I recognized.
