"Damn it, what exactly did you do to me, Whisper of Destruction?!"
The Legendary Warlock who had groggily opened his eyes on the experiment table felt as though molten lead had been poured into his head. The moment he struggled to sit up, he spat out this rather hysterical question.
Yes, Thunderstorm was not lucid at the moment. Waves of fear and fury surged from the depths of his soul, crashing against what little reason he had left. Diteben's eyes were bloodshot, and he no longer cared what kind of powerful spellcaster he was speaking to. He only wanted to vent the unease and pain in his heart through verbal and physical violence.
After all, the Legendary Warlock had keenly realized that he had not only lost the original magical bloodline that had accompanied him for hundreds of thousands of years, but also many distant memories and even much of his precious sanity. The feeling of not even knowing who he was was anything but pleasant in reality.
However, the unfortunate Thunderstorm did not even get the chance to climb down from the experiment table. The instant he opened his eyes and saw the magical lights shining down from the laboratory ceiling, an overwhelming, uncontrollable terror and panic instantly seized control of Diteben's body and nerves.
The powerful Legendary professional let out an involuntary wail at that moment, then curled into a trembling ball on the cold metal bed.
"Ahhh! Damn it! Light! It's that damned light! Take those cursed lights away, Whisper of Destruction! Why am I afraid of light? What the hell is going on?!"
Covering his eyes and twisting his body in agony, the pitiful Warlock, who looked so young, handsome, and dashing, shouted in the hoarse voice of an old man. His fear of light could