Leon stood in the dim hush of his core space, the glow of origin pulsing like a distant star. The core's voice returned, steady and grave, filling the void around him.
"Corruption," it said, "had reached a volatile point."
Leon listened without interrupting as the explanation unfolded.
"What corruption sought now was no longer balance. It wanted to shatter it. It wanted to become something it was never meant to be…Perfect."
"In the Era of Pandora, corruption had first chased power, creating mutants and twisted evolutions to imitate the law of perfection. In this era, it had gone further. It had achieved death. Something only perfection could grant. The demons born from corruption could now die, and that alone was proof that imperfection had crossed a forbidden line."
"These were not signs of growth. They were symptoms of identity loss.
Imperfection had forgotten its role."
Leon felt a chill crawl through his thoughts as the core continued.
