Cyra and her companions continued to trudge through this mushy white matter. Here there are the Guardians of Hope, Life, Death, and Corruption. How does one define these elements? How do these elements work? How does corruption influence these elements? Cyra let her thoughts wander...
Does corruption always work by itself? Does it require others to help? Or does it want companions? For the need of corruption... or just as... friends? Cyra stumbled in surprise. Friends?! Companions? Creatures that she like, not because she wants to corrupt them? The idea is absurd.
Yet, the idea seems... familiar... like a memory... did it happen before?
How did it turn out?
She kicked the snow beneath her feet in anger. No! She needs to corrupt minds, not wanting friends and companions. Corruption is her goal, always. Should she let corruption start on this group of creatures around her?
Cyra smiled.