For ordinary humans, such corruption was a more agonizing pain than physical death. But for beastmen or those who dealt with full moon transformations, dark impurities were far more deadly.
A beastman's transformation essentially gave them "another soul." It was a delicate, sacred duality: the human mind and the primal beast, coexisting in a fragile equilibrium.
Right now, Lilianna's very soul was being eaten alive by these dark impurities.
The corruption crept through her spiritual pathways, heavy and suffocating. As time passed, it surrounded her until she couldn't see anything but pitch-black nothingness.
There was no sky, no floor, no light, no nothing in Lilianna's spiritual realm. The only thing that existed in this absolute void. The floor was made of thin water that seemed to glow a little when disturbed but otherwise reflected the endless darkness.
