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This voice that was speaking in a foreign language was telling him what he should do. No, it was ordering him what to do and he knew that he could never resist it. He could feel it in his bones that no matter how much he fights against it, he would not be able to succeed.

It felt like a curse. Something he could never break free from. Or something like an ultimate mission he must fulfil because he was born just for this purpose. His life purpose seemed only to lead the army of monsters and expand the abyss until it reaches where the king, Gavrael, was trapped at. Yes, he had found out what had happened because of the orders he had been receiving from the voice.

His consciousness and sanity were on the verge of being swallowed completely. And there was only one thing that was still keeping him rooted to what was his current reality. To keep him from giving in. That woman. His love. His mate. His Vera.