en everything from him. His family, once noble and powerful, had been slaughtered in the attack. The halls that once

But many remained, unwilling to abandon their home, hoping the past would not return to ha

was a frag

a roar in the

und deepened-a cry of pain, of hunger, of something unnatural. The people tried to ignore it, whispering among

wn, they kn

was ch

stretching beyond what they once were. His voice, once gentle, now trembled between human and something monstrous. His

people l

of it in hushed tones. The villagers locked their doors at night, listening to the distant howls. The noble houses

ilence, his heart

the affliction would fade, or that Elias cou

g had to

gdom-wide search for the rumored cure-no longer a quiet pursuit, but a desperate mission. Legends spoke

? Or was it jus

n't care. They

ncient texts and forgotten knowledge might hold the key. Some never returned. Those w

lias' condit

ced with enchantments. The servants who once cared for him now feared him, refusing to step too close. Those who

lias

feared. He knew the people prayed for a cu

onger, the air he

gdom would have t

the cure before

forced to make

beast they feared, there wou