"Abominations… the things that eat everything in their path," Naval muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she read through the encrypted scroll given to them by the Association.
Her fingers trembled slightly as the sigils on the scroll shimmered with eerie black and violet light—coated in warning glyphs not meant for the eyes of the uninitiated.
"They seem powerful," she continued, "and even the energy they use… it's not mana. It's something else. Twisted. Hungry. It corrupts and decays everything it touches. Even spiritbound weapons are at risk."
Leon took the scroll from her, he examined it. The diagrams were grotesque—twisted shapes of semi-living nightmares, each one barely definable. One had countless eyes growing from its spine. Another had bones outside its skin, constantly rearranging themselves.
