Kaelthorn collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily as the haze of rot finally stopped gnawing at his bones. "Th-thank you, my Lord. Forgive my incompetence. I didn't think…" He coughed violently. "Didn't think it'd be this bad."
Damon nodded."It's worse for most. Don't worry." He stretched his fingers, watching faint threads of corrupted mana drift toward him… and dissolve like mist on contact. His blood, his magic, no, his very presence, was purifying the air around him.
His Blood Archives were quickly expanding with the sheer amount of corruption and toxins in the air. He looked around, gaze falling on the cursed terrain. The place hadn't changed a bit. "This land is sick. The creatures here are twisted, but there is a special secret hidden here."
"My Lord?" Kaelthorn tried his best to focus on Damon's words and compose himself back to a respectful form, but it was proving to be impossible. The weight of the corruption was simply crushing him down.
