Far away, back at the forgotten building on the very edge of the cursed zone, the sky had turned a sickly shade of gray.
The jagged silhouette of the building loomed against the horizon, its blackened towers like the broken teeth of some ancient beast, gnashing at the clouds.
Inside, the atmosphere was a suffocating mix of dust, stale blood, and the lingering residue of Vonjo's overwhelming presence.
Vance staggered in the wrecked dining hall, his body battered, his pride shattered.
"No no no no no no… this cannot be!" He exclaimed in terror.
His breaths came in ragged bursts, every inhale scraping against the hollow pit that had replaced his heart. He had been beaten before.
He had been humiliated before. But this… this was something he could not comprehend.
Vonjo hadn't just hurt him physically—he had stripped him of everything that defined his existence. His power, his heritage, his birthright as a child of the House of Sutterfouse… gone.
