Caleb sentenced me to exile, deliberately ignoring the red rash blistering on Lydia's wrist. He knew that unique burn was the undeniable consequence of mishandling my unstable moonstone catalyst, yet my former ally chose to protect a political rival's daughter over the truth. Cornered, I slashed my wrist to cast a f*******n blood pact, summoning Lucian, the Abyssal Wolf King. The price of his intervention was immediate and agonizing. As his dark power flooded my veins, it violently clashed with my innate light magic, tearing my body apart from the inside with excruciating pain. With only three days before Lydia would publicly consume my stolen potion at the ceremony, I lay dying in the abyss. Could I survive this lethal magic conflict and the ruthless king's tests long enough to make them pay?