Virtus
Chapter 2: Corruption’s Lair
The corruption grew stronger as they ventured farther into the forest, the darkness thickening around them like a fog. The orc, whom she had come to know as Torak, was equally uneasy, his gaze darting about with every step. They walked in silence, their alliance built on an unspoken understanding that the task at hand outweighed their differences.
Soon, they found themselves standing at the edge of a forgotten ruin buried beneath moss and vines, half-sunken into the earth as if the forest had attempted to bury it. A sickly, unnatural aura emanated from the structure, pulsing with a rhythm that sent chills down Aritzaga’s spine.
“This place…” Torak murmured, his voice edged with fear. “It’s as if the earth itself recoils from it.”
Aritzaga nodded, her gaze focused on the twisted shadows seeping from the ruin. She could feel something ancient and angry waiting within, a remnant of a long-forgotten war. The land whispered to her, telling tales of an entity that had once fought alongside them but had been corrupted and cast aside.
They entered the ruin, moving cautiously through winding corridors covered in thick vines and cobwebs. Aritzaga felt the weight of time pressing down on them, as if the very walls remembered the horrors they had witnessed. At the center of the chamber, they found it—a dark crystal embedded in the ground, pulsating with an eerie, unnatural glow.
The moment she laid eyes on it, Aritzaga’s heart pounded, an unspoken fear awakening within her. She sensed this crystal was no mere artifact; it was a vessel, housing the essence of a being twisted and tormented by centuries of isolation.
Torak reached out, his hand hovering above the crystal as he chanted an incantation. But before he could touch it, a shadowy figure materialized, cloaked in a darkness so profound it seemed to absorb all light. The entity’s voice was a harsh whisper that echoed through the chamber.
“Why have you come here, mortals? To banish me once more?”
Aritzaga stepped forward, her gaze unwavering. “You are a threat to Azeroth. I will not allow you to poison this land further.”
The figure laughed, a sound like brittle leaves scraping together. “You think you understand balance, night elf. But I am balance—a balance forged in the fires of hatred and despair.”
She felt the weight of the being’s words settle over her, a reminder of her own internal struggles. In that moment, she understood that the entity was a reflection of what she could become, should her own purpose twist toward darkness.
Author: Virtus
I'm possible the most dedicated member of the Splashgame Community. You'll find me in the forums, mentoring newcomers, and creating content like tutorials and game reviews. I lead community projects, provide feedback to developers, My goal is to enhance the community experience for all members. Missing em ol bbs' days! /Virtus
