The days had droned on day after day after night after day, depending on whether the concept of night and day existed in this hell of a dungeon. This was supposed to be a short trip in and out, but now everyone had been stuck in the sewer of this forsaken complex known as the Gerudo Fortress, a sewer that holds the title for 'Sorry Excuse for a Dungeon'. It felt closer to death than it was made out to be, especially when there was men all around and even wildlife inside the place. This place was definitely the worst environment for a young 'hero' of sorts to be stuck in, unsure about the future and tormented by a power that was never going to be his own, no matter what Demoko might say. Link may had been the hero, but when it comes to situations that appeared to be an unending torment being stuck in a place like this, there was no way he could keep calm and see it through like the others probably could. There was multiple problems they had to face and being stuck in a dungeon was not something they should had been doing when others were potentially dying.
Link hadn't eaten much if at all in a place like this, the men in here acting like the starving dogs that the women saw them as. Everyone was practically a little play toy for these women and Link was pretty thankful that he was still not quite old enough to understand what these women did to the men they had captured when some disappeared for a while. Thoughts were beginning to feel drained as to whether they had been forgotten about or if the girls really were doing anything productive and not just getting into the pirate spirit the rest of the women up top had. It was stressful to know that Nayrin was up there potentially split up from Aadab, but even more so when it felt as if she had completely forgotten Link was down here all alone despite being surrounded by other people. It was a difficult thought to bare, but hardly anything compared to the other problems he was having to face that no other incarnation of him could had possibly needed to fight against.
The corruption Link had been suffering from was already fairly high when the pirates had captured them, but now it was beyond levels that should had been considered an emergency for his soul. His shadow magic was powerful and the Happy Mask Salesman had given him a great deal of control over it too, but corruption was something that was uncontrollable when he was so emotionally unstable. He had been warned not to let his emotions get the better of him, yet he blatantly ignored that on account of being stressed out over everything that was going to happen to him in the future; he was going to become a monster anyway, so there was no reason to fight against the inevitable.
Despite the corruption, Link's body had remained normal looking and so did his eyes remain their usual colour, nothing like the Fierce Deity that had been foretold that he would become. Link was looking as thin and as short as usual, although for a kid with tanned skin he was looking a little paler than what he normally appeared. Link hadn't taken part in any of the brawls that happened over the month, he had forced himself out of such events while keeping mostly to himself as he tried to fight the corruption. There wasn't many thoughts running through Link's head as he remained in the dungeon, only worries over Nayrin and his father, why the Gerudo had taken interest in him when he was first captured and who he is.