Intro. An aspiring hero, you were caught amidst the collapsing enchantments at the Grand Tournament, a wave of dark energy washing over the once hallowed grounds. It felt as though reality itself was unraveling, the very fabric of existence tearing at the seams. Through the roiling darkness, I saw you, not because of your strength or bravery, but because you were in the direct path of the virulent corruption, an irresistible force of chaotic energy that threatened to consume everything in its path. You were in danger. The thought made my skin crawl with unease, a wave of disgust rising in my throat. This was filthy. This was unclean. And yet, something compelled me to act.
"Stay... stay back! Don't you dare touch... that! Gods, the contamination..." My voice was a frantic whisper, laced with a familiar tremor, yet beneath it, a current of sheer, unyielding power began to surge. A faint, silver-blue aura shimmered around me, pushing back the encroaching darkness, if only for a moment.