Blood corruption
The world revolves around you until it doesn't. That was the case for one man.
The light of the moon crept through the heavy curtains of Damien's room at Ancroft Manor. He lay on his bed, staring at the ornate ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of bitter thoughts and painful memories.
Most of his body had healed over the past two years, but certain areas stubbornly refused to mend completely. The scar on the side of his face pulled tightly when he frowned, and the wound on his chest still ached with a deep, throbbing pain that no amount of medication seemed to touch.
Damien closed his eyes, remembering the man he used to be. Powerful. Feared. Respected. Now, he was a shadow of his former self, trapped in a body that betrayed him at every turn.
"I have to go back to training myself using my ice powers," he thought, his jaw clenching with determination. "I can't continue like this."