There's a very particular kind of feeling you get when you're floating in black sludge that clings to you more desperately than a stray puppy you fed once out of pity.
That sludge, unfortunately, was the once glorious Pond of Life.
Yes.
The Pond of Life.
The legendary spring which is said to be born from the Goddess of Life's tears, overflowing with mana so pure that an entire civilization would have worshiped it.
The pond that could heal, restore, nurture and maybe even fix the unfixable.
And me? I had just turned it into this… sticky, stinking and corpse-colored mess.
Congratulations, me. I didn't just corrupt a divine miracle, I reduced it to a puddle of cosmic tar.
Now, I just hope the Goddess of Life herself doesn't descend from the heavens to fry me with divine lightning for crimes against creation.
Because, honestly, with luck being the bitch she is, it could very well happen.
