They call it a baptism, but I know it is a transformation. The black mist doesn't just touch the skin; it rewrites the soul. While the others cling to their traditions like shields, I am embracing the curse they so fear. Let them whisper in the shadows—they cannot comprehend the power that comes when you finally stop fighting the tide and start becoming the storm. Does anyone else feel like they were born for a destiny the rest of the world is too terrified to even acknowledge?