Kaiden’s Point of View
The silver abyss stretched endlessly before me, the cold metallic light painting everything in haunting shades of gray. My claws dripped with fresh blood, the coppery stench of death clinging to the air as bodies of rogues littered the ground around me. Their snarls and shrieks had faded into silence, replaced by the relentless mantra hammering in my mind.
Kill.
Destroy.
Blood.
The words echoed like a sinister drumbeat, their rhythm intoxicating and inescapable. Every time I thought I’d regained control, the curse surged forward, filling my veins with a dark energy that craved more. More blood. More destruction.
A rogue leapt at me from the shadows, its fangs bared, but I barely registered the movement. My body acted on instinct, claws slashing through its throat in one swift, brutal motion. Warm blood splattered across my chest, and instead of revulsion, a twisted satisfaction settled in the pit of my stomach.
With every drop of blood spilled, the curse grew st
