Secrets of Nirvana

The sickness came from nowhere. A disease that neither maims nor disfigures, but strips the soul bare — turning mages into silent, wailing husks, their bodies still moving long after their minds are gone. There is no cure. There is no escape. Only the slow, creeping certainty that one day, it will reach you too.



Eirlyn wanted nothing more than to fight it, but she was helpless in every regard. Stepping into the apocalypse but belonging to the silent halls and laboratory walls, she knows it's only a matter of time until death catches up to her too. The only question now is if she can cure everything before that.



The island floats on, the world below always sinking into further brutality. Eirlyn yearns to be both a combatant and a researcher, to protect, but inevitability only coddles destruction. In a world of hellish wardens and divine prisons, how long will it take for the prisoners to escape?



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