The forest had finally gone quiet.
The Golem's groaning had stopped, and so had the weak whimpers of the summoned Followers.
Levia walked a little behind Amon, her bare feet brushing through the moss. The air smelled of burnt wood and decay.
She found herself feeling strangely calm. Calmer than ever. Her constant anxiety was gone, and all that was left was a fluttering in her chest that rose every time he looked her way.
Levia stared at his back, at the faint purple glow seeping from his hand. It pulsed like a second heart.
"Hey…" she finally said, voice soft. "Can I ask you something?"
Amon only turned slightly, inviting her to continue.
"I could sense two sources of corruption earlier," she went on. "You, and another," she frowned faintly, "Do you have anything to do with it?"
Amon glanced at his hand. "I suppose." He muttered. "I am linked to it. Or rather, it is linked to me."
