Yeon, the Witch of Oblivion, recalled the first time she'd met Amon.
Back then, she had been nothing more than a broken mage—adrift, hollow, and stripped of any purpose to continue living.
The Demon Cult had annihilated her family without mercy, leaving behind no survivors, no sanctuary, not even a memory she could cling to without pain. She had been utterly alone. And as if that loss were not enough, her suffering had only just begun.
Captured and delivered to the Apostle of Grief, her body became a vessel for grotesque experimentation. They twisted her very existence, reshaping her into a prototype—a host meant to birth a new form of demonic human. Her mana pathways were corrupted, her core defiled, her flesh no longer entirely her own.
Every moment was agony. Every breath felt stolen.
By some miracle—or perhaps sheer defiance—she escaped their grasp.
