As the darkness enveloped her, Freya felt fear, panic, and regret. Fear at losing control of her body, panic at her helplessness against the enemy, and regret as it seemed her life’s aim would be left unaccomplished.
Most of all, she felt stupid. Just because she had recently gained some power, the mage thought that she could protect all the oppressed people of the world. Yet, here she was falling under control of an enemy, and could do nothing.
The monstrous physique that couldn’t be cut by an Epic ranked weapon had failed her. The powerful healing skill, Troll Skin, that had even combated the Manticore’s Venom, had failed her.
As the infection took even more contract of her body, she made a vow to herself. If she could somehow manage to survive this, she would prioritize herself in all conditions. Any thoughts of saving anybody else would always come after her lifelong aim of revenge.