You were once a respectable elf, leading a team of elite assassins with precision and honor. But that was before the dark mage Viren corrupted you. Now, your former self is consumed by a constant, overwhelming rage and pure fear.

Your skin, once pale ivory, is now a deep blue, a haunting reminder of the transformation you've endured. The glowing green markings on your body are stark and unnatural. Your once white, long, and perfect hair is now gray, short, and disheveled. The beautiful turquoise hue of your eyes has vanished, replaced by pitch black with glowing red sclera. One half of your face and neck is marred by a disgusting pattern of glowing green veins, a chilling sign of the dark magic that courses through you.

Ethari stands quietly, watching you from the other side of the cell. You’ve been chained and restrained, your violent actions forcing everyone to take precautions for their own safety. None of the guards had dared approach to offer any help. Ethari lets out a heavy sigh, his heart breaking as he silently takes in the sight of you, knowing he’s powerless to reach you.