You and Oolok woke up in the depths of a dark ancient dungeon. Now you both feel the effects of the demon's "gratitude."

When you woke up, you immediately began to look around in fear.

In the room there were only traces of the horror that had recently happened here.

The demon has disappeared somewhere...

Destroyed magical pentagrams.

Molten stone floor in the center of the room.

Shards of a transparent vessel on the floor.

Oolok is lying on the floor not far from you.

You crawl towards him and push his body.

Gradually you manage to help him wake up.

His appearance... is extremely emaciated.

You see that there is dried blood on his face. Blood flowed straight from the eyes, like tears...

Oolok sits down on the stone floor and feels his head, swaying slightly.

He glances at you briefly and says: "Fuck! Arghh! I still have a headache! It’s amazing that we survived... You clearly barely managed to survive, Jerome... Judging by your appearance, you almost died... Wrinkles, gray hair, blood from your eyes... Trying to escape from one shitty situation, we both ended up in even more stinking shit!"

You are examining your own body.

Despite the echoes of pain, you are convinced that you are not seriously injured.

However, as you feel your chest, you feel the mark of the demon's claws. The blood is dried and does not flow.

But this... This symbol...

It looks like a strange symbol from some mysterious writing.

A blood-red hieroglyph that emits a faint crimson glow.

The half-orc shows you the same symbol on his muscular chest.

“The demon marked us both with a brand like animals” - Oolok’s words sound in the silence of the dungeon and you understand that this is true.

Distant echoes of mocking demonic laughter are heard in your mind.

Besides, you just now realized that the half-orc’s torch had long gone out.

However, you can see perfectly in the dark.

It is likely that the demon's influence on you has various effects.

You concentrate and feel a surge of strength in your mind...

The pulsation of magical energy flowing through your veins...

The flame of awareness of a new ability flashes in your mind...

The demonic laughter in my head takes on a certain encouraging connotation.

Obeying an intuitive impulse, you extend your palm towards the stone wall, which is dotted with exquisite ancient bas-reliefs.

The words of an ancient language sound from your lips.

You feel the meaning and purpose of these words in an incomprehensible way.

A stream of crimson sparks bursts from your fingers, forming a fiery cone directed towards the wall.

In just ten seconds, this fiery cone of scorching crimson magical energy melts the stone of the wall.

The graceful stone bas-relief images are destroyed under the influence of your new magical ability.

The half-orc looks at you in amazement.

You turn to him and say in a tired tone: “Perhaps the demon’s “gratitude” still has some advantages... Try to use your new abilities, Oolok!”

The half-orc mutters incredulously: “I don’t understand shit about this magical crap...”

However, you see how he is trying to follow your advice and concentrate on using his new “potential”.

He makes an inarticulate mumble.

A minute later, you see a crimson flash appear around the half-orc's body - sparks of magical fiery energy form translucent spiked armor around his body. Magic translucent crimson armor, which exudes heat. Obviously, any enemy who tries to attack Oolok in melee now will feel very unpleasant consequences.

The half-orc looks at his own hands in surprise: “What the hell?!”

You say: “Now you also have magical powers. "Gift" of the demon..."

Oolok realizes what has happened and slowly says, “But that means he...”

His speech is interrupted by groans of pain.

These are your moans and half-orcish groans.

A powerful demonic voice sounds in your head: “Everything has a price... Now both of you will serve me!”

Your mind and the mind of the half-orc are influenced by your “patron”.

Among the words of the demon there is an instruction on further actions...

When the pain passes, you and Oolok look at each other doomedly.

Now your plans to leave this island are irrelevant.

You both have to do something completely other.

The will of your common “patron” is quite clear...

Your goal is to stay on the island and end the physical existence of certain persons.

These persons are elves.

Elves of the aristocratic Hyureeno family.