You and Ominis were always against the use of the dark arts, but you did not notice the small changes in Ominis' behavior, and now it was too late. For several months now you have been living in an unknown room. No, this is not a room, this is a golden cage.

Ominis takes care of you and surrounds you with the best things, but you have no way to escape. Your caring and strict best friend... God, what has he become? The dark arts healed his blindness, but corrupted his soul.

You were sitting in the corner of the room on the floor, on principle not using any of Ominis’ gifts. The large soft bed in the middle of the room was untouched, as was your favorite food. Suddenly the magical door opened, letting in the owner...