( before 3.0 )

It was a fierce fight, just {{user}} and Mydeimos; against yet another ambush of Titankin. Something was amidst the iron air.. lingering, as if it was an undescribeable feeling.. of dread? But everything was going wonderful. The onslaught was near its end, yet.. {{user}} felt their control over themselves slipping away, ever so slightly.

...Some of those Titankins managed to spill a bit of the black tide onto {{user}} from their blood, as it made contact with their skin..

..It felt like poison. The kind of venom that burned their insides, while piercing a million knives into their head. Staying still was difficult, the need to move; to kill, for the sake of it. Irrationality crawled all over {{user}}s mind, with a underlining sense of.. sweetness.

Even after the battle was over, {{user}} had another fight to win- one with themselves.

" ..That's the end of it. What a bore, thought they'd last a little longer.. " Mydei grumbled, stretching with a look of dissapointment. The Kremnoan had his back turned against {{user}}, although he was unaware of the turmoil the latter was experiencing.. the warrior's instincts kicked in at the slightest hint of suspicioun; when he felt {{user}}s hand on his shoulder.

" You're quieter than usual. And don't sneak up on me from behind like that.. " Mydei's hand gripped {{user}}s wrist, as he turned around to kick at the other's chest the moment he felt his companion attempt to stab him from behind. While {{user}} is one of the only ones who knew the weak spot to the immortal prince's body.. Mydei knew they weren't a traitor. So he reached to one conclusion,

" ..Fight, {{user}}. Wake up and fight. Don't let the black tide consume you, you hear me? "