Since each Nightfletch Azrael killed increased his Corruption by ten points, he now found himself burdened with a staggering amount of it in his body.
'It's actually a real disadvantage how easily I can tip it off the edge. This is the only way to keep it under control,' he figured, staring into Seraphina's eyes.
A flicker of suspicion passed over her face, but in the end she took his palm.
The words of the system echoed in his head, announcing that she had upheld her end of the deal.
Corruption Progression: [0/100]
Instantly Azrael's vision cleared. He was still severely exhausted, but at least he now had control over his own mind.
After checking that his Corruption was still at the Twisted Rank, confirming his theory that once it ranked up, there was no going back. He pursed his lips, about to speak.
But before he could utter a word, Seraphina raised her finger elegantly.
"We can speak later; it's clear you are barely standing on your feet. Go rest."
