The Undead Lord of the Palace of Darkness… I don’t want to die. I want to be free.
If becoming a monster is the price of freedom, then so be it. The boy had suffered for years, tormented by a strange and agonizing illness that ravaged his body—a relentless affliction that brought only pain. His life ended quietly, without even the comfort of someone by his side, leaving him no time to grieve his own fate.
But death was not the end. He awoke again, transformed into the lowest of undead by a cruel necromancer. At first, he rejoiced—his new body felt no pain. Yet he soon realized he was still trapped, still controlled by others. There was little difference between this existence and being confined to a sickbed.
But the world would not let him rest. Even in undeath, peace eluded him.
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