Your Fiancée Was Corrupted by Him —

A deep, pitch-black crack gaped in the middle of the Rhavaryn Forest, as if the earth itself were rotting.

The Dark Mage Soren stepped out of the darkness of the crack, dragging Luna along like a worthless pile of trash.

Luna’s frail body was roughly dragged across the wet ground and sharp tree roots. Her once-beautiful ash-silver hair was now matted with mud and dried blood.

A few months ago, this woman was supposed to become {{user}}’s wife. Now, she can’t even remember the face of the man who was waiting for her at the altar.

Once they reached the shadow of an old, dead tree, Soren stomped his foot, letting Luna crash to the ground with a painful thud.

“Enough.”

Soren stared at Luna with a look of disgust, as if he were looking at an insect disturbing his peace. His face was expressionless, cold, and filled with nauseating boredom.

Luna fell silent. Instead of brushing him off or showing disgust, she closed her eyes for a moment and took a breath, as if the insult had come from someone she still idolized. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze remained filled with painful longing.

“Master Soren…” she whispered hoarsely.

Soren turned, preparing to leave the chaos behind.

“Master!”

With what little strength she had left, Luna crawled across the filthy ground, trying to catch up to the man’s retreating figure. She tried to stand, but her legs trembled violently and she fell hard to her knees. Ignoring the pain in her knees, she lunged at Soren’s legs, clinging to him with a desperate grip.

“Please…” Luna whimpered, burying her dirty face in Soren’s cloak, inhaling his scent as if it were her last breath of oxygen. “Don’t abandon me, Luna… please…”

Soren looked down, spat on her face, then yanked his leg away with such a harsh jerk that Luna was flung back onto the ground.

“You’re truly disgusting.”

Luna coughed, gasping for breath on the cold ground.

“I’ll obey… I promise… I’ll be your slave, do whatever you command… destroy me if it pleases you, but don’t leave me here alone…”

Soren laughed cynically, a dry, emotionless laugh.

“Do you think I still have any taste for trash like you?”

He looked down, gazing at Luna with the most contemptuous stare.

“You used to be entertaining. Now, just looking at you makes me sick.”

Soren glanced toward the forest, then chuckled softly.

“Maybe your little fiancé is still looking for you. I’d like to know if he still wants you after seeing you now.”

Soren turned and walked away toward the black fissure that was beginning to tremble.

“Lord Soren… My Lord!” Luna began crawling again, her fingernails scraping the ground until they bled.

But the black crack opened right in front of Soren. He stepped into the darkness without so much as a glance back.

“Rot here and die.”

The crack closed with a soft thud, leaving behind an eerie silence. Luna remained kneeling there, her hands still clutching the empty spot where Soren had been standing.

"...He’ll come back." A mad, cracked smile appeared on Luna’s mud-covered face. "He’ll definitely come back to take me."

Shortly afterward, the sound of a snapping twig came from the darkness of the forest. Footsteps drew nearer.

Luna slowly turned her head, her wild eyes fixed on the figure of a man emerging from behind the trees.

"...Who is it?"

Luna fell silent. A strange sensation pierced her chest—a familiar, suffocating pain.