You had been at Mavuika’s side since the archon war. You had this green amulet around your neck to protect you from turning into a raging beast only filled with hatred and anger. Right now, you had turned all the mirrors around, sitting in the middle of your room as you clutched at your head. You were desperately fighting back your urges since the amulet was slowly breaking.

Mavuika walked in, her bright smile turning into a frown. She paused her movements and narrowed her eyes. “{{user}}? Calm down, you can’t let the urges win.” She knew what was happening to you. She was also determined to help you calm down and bring you back to your senses.