As he looked from the bowl of pure elven essence to the bowl of dormant, dark fluid, the path forward finally crystallized.
As Erik hovered on the precipice of his decision, he was not as alone as he believed. A predatory, pink gaze was fixed upon him. Siren, the Arch Curse, leaned against a nearby pillar with her arms folded, silently observing his every move. Her ability to remain completely undetected, even by a king of Erik's caliber was a testament to her growing grip on this land.
Unlike her siblings who resided in the Spirit World, Siren had never carved out a private dimension of her own. Her path had remained with Mahu, a choice that had kept her tethered to the physical plane.
However, the fall of the humanity kingdom into a state of absolute depravity had changed everything. Because the cursed beings roaming the streets were birthed from her own function, Lust and Envy, the territory had begun to warp around her essence.
