The jade crane with a human face stood with its back to the immense moon shadow, its wings spread wide.
All the life forms that once lingered in this town—whether good or evil, male or female, young or old—were frozen in place, torn apart into myriad-colored petals, and transformed into the wings of Corruption.
It was an overwhelming presence.
Annan felt that what stood before him was not a deity… but the amalgamation of tens of thousands of souls.
Corruption seemed like a tyrant kidnapping its victims, coercing them to merge into its power. They harbored no resentment toward Corruption… because before they could form a thought, their minds, along with their lives, were frozen, plunged into eternity.
"Is this the inspiration you gleaned from the Bone Duke's ritual?"
Annan chuckled softly, "He transformed his subjects into bone to support his strength.
