What color is it when you lose your sight?

Some people call it darkness, but Karin doesn't think so at the moment.

Karin, who is blind and has not eaten for three days and three nights, looks at the scenery in front of her and increasingly realizes that blindness is a color that is more empty than darkness and more absurd than nothingness.

Scenes from the past, like shadows with dotted outlines, danced gracefully before her.

Every word of his father's curses, every hostile look from his relatives, every bit of pain from being beaten by the villagers.

The past suffering was like a boiling venom, burning every nerve in Karin's body.

"Let me get out of here!"

Karin screamed and felt her way along the wall toward the exit, only to be disappointed to find a locked iron gate blocking her way out.

Pick up a small stone and throw it through the gap in the iron gate.

With the crisp sound of a pebble hitting the ground, nothing happened.

Karin, her powers extinguished, sat blankly on the ground, filled with nothing but despair.

Carefully removing the glass pendant from her chest, Karin clutched it tightly in her hand, like a traveler lost in a blizzard, gripping the only match in her hand.

Karin curled up in the corner of the room, looked up at the sky, and whispered, "Todd, if death comes unexpectedly, please take me back to that place..."

After a long time, heavy footsteps outside the door startled Karin awake.

Karin raised her head and smelled a familiar scent in her nostrils—the musty smell of books that had been stored for many years, yellowed and curled.

Karin found out who the visitor was.

"Old man, I have bad news for you. I'm not dead yet." Karin leaned her head against the wall and said mockingly, "Maybe I'll outlive you."

After Marcus opened the iron gate, Myris entered the room and said to Karin, "Have you thought about what I told you?"

"Immortality? Immortality? Transcendence?" Karin chuckled. "I can't listen to any of your mystical talk."

Mylis sighed: "Karin, you've never liked listening to others, and you still haven't changed that habit."

"You've locked me up here, forbidding me from leaving. For three days, you've only given me water to drink, not even a crumb of bread. And you expect me to obey you?" Karin said coldly. "If you want to kill me, just do it! You don't need to torture me like this!"

Mylis gently shook his head: "Karin, I simply can't bring myself to hurt you. I've watched you grow up since you were a child, and I've never done anything to harm you."

Karin: "Since you're not going to kill me, then let me go!"

Myris: "I won't kill you, but I hope you embrace death."

"What?"

"Death will be your only path to salvation."

Karin spat on the ground: "Old man, do you think I'm an idiot?"

"You were severely injured in that fire. Although your regenerative abilities repaired your muscles, they couldn't repair your nerves and scars. Your eyes have completely lost their function; you can't even sense light. Some nerves in your left arm and left leg have also been damaged, and you'll never be able to walk like a normal person again..."

Myris's words were like knives, slowly cutting into Karin's spirit.

"And your face, you should be glad you're blind, otherwise your current appearance would become your nightmare."

"Enough!"

Faced with Karin's outburst, Myris looked at the pendant in her hand and said softly, "Child, you and he are drifting further and further apart. It's time to let go."

Karin gripped the pendant tightly with both hands and said, word by word, "What if I say no?"

Myris extended his hand to Karin and said softly, “You have no reason or right to say no. Listen, my child, I can free you from this vortex of pain, provided you take the first step.”

Karin's hand touched something dry, and it felt like a layer of dried skin encasing bones.

Myris gently grasped Karin's hand with his palm, drawing away her scream.

"Who are you? No! What exactly are you?!"

Myris withdrew his hand: "I am still the old man you know, but now I have become a dried-up corpse, and the word 'life' is no longer relevant to me."

Karin backed away, using both hands and feet: "I don't understand what you mean. Are you saying you're dead?"

“I’m dead, but I’m still alive, at least my memories and thoughts have been preserved.” Myris asked Karin, “Have you ever heard of the term ‘Necromancer’?”

Karin stopped in her tracks: "Necromancers? But those are monsters that have lost their souls!"

“We modified that creature to allow it to retain its soul from its previous life, which is what I look like today.”

Karin, trembling, cried out, "But it's still a monster!"

Mylis didn't get angry; there was only a hint of regret in his voice: "You don't understand."

Karin said through gritted teeth, "I understand now. The tragedy in Tero City was your doing! You turned the entire city into a graveyard of death!"

Mylis shook his head: "Tero City was merely an experiment, an experiment used to test the stability of necromancy transformation. After obtaining the experimental data, I can now announce that the risk of necromancy transformation is extremely low. Any living species can retain its memories and thoughts and safely transform into a necromancy. Karin, do you know what this means?"

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