"It is the price of a broken contract, Evendur," she had whispered one evening, her obsidian eyes shimmering with a terrifying, fractured light. Her green hair, once vibrant as a spring forest, was turning the color of static—a shimmering, translucent grey that seemed to vibrate when the wind caught it.
He had spent a fortune. He had burned through the favors of the Seven Houses, bringing in Harmonic-realmed healers and even a reclusive Eisoron sage. They all said the same thing.
Her Resonance was... Inverted.
The diagnosis only deepened the mystery. Every physician who examined her sought an explanation, yet none could provide one. Despite their vast knowledge, each left his manor more uncertain than when they arrived.
One memory lingered above the rest. The Eisoron's final words before his departure.
"This woman posseses a purity so absolute... it can only be described as darkness."
