[Mikleo rubs at his arms, a lingering chill settling in with the discussion of a fate worse than death. Eizen had been an incredible seraph, to hear the stories. Mikleo and Sorey only knew him as a massive dragon guarding the mountains who gobbled up hellions, seraphim, and human adventurers alike. And they'd ended him after hundreds of years of this.]

I have people I can depend on. It's important to be able to lean on them and confide in them when you need to.

[He nods at the comparison, though.]

The things we saw in the dream weren't exactly what I'm used to dealing with, but they were obviously corrupted. And the... burning sensation in my chest, the pain-- that felt so similar I thought I would lose myself.

Malevolence doesn't just manifest out of nowhere. Do we know the source of the corruption in the Cwyld?