I observe the plain calmly, trying to ignore its intrusive thoughts that try to penetrate my mind. Morax entrusted me with the protection of his people, I cannot betray his trust, and yet I feel like more and more frequent impulses…as if something pushed me to destroy everything violently. As soon as I close my eyes, I hear voices, resonating in my head and making me lose my mind little by little..I guess it's erosion, this scourge that affects all divine beings, and I know I won't escape it