Lyla
Neriah reached for him, but he stepped back. At that moment, something between them shattered. She did not know it then, but that rejection, that denial, was the moment the darkness crept in stronger.
"I can help you," Neriah insisted. "You broke your oaths, we can make sacrifices, and mend your relationship back with the goddess, you don't need to give yourself to darkness. Please…"
But Corvus had already made his choice. The darkness claimed him completely; with it, he had gained something terrible – the ability to turn werewolves into mindless, bloodthirsty Ferals.
And he unleashed it upon the Auréans.
The Northern Forest burned.
The Auréans, guardians of the world, who had lived for centuries in peace, fell one by one – not to swords or claws, but to Corvus' dark powers, which twisted them into soulless monsters.
I watched as Neriah tried to stop it. How she tried to help her people cling onto their sanity.
