The putrid black ooze flowed down her hands. Drops of it fell down on the ground like black rain. The stench of it, the smell of decay, filled up her nose. Seemed to somehow slither around her like mist or a serpent. Cora stared at her hands as if hypnotized. Unable to look away. Completely ignoring the still unmoving fallen king beneath her.
The corruption continued to flow out of Manasseh. It wrapped itself around Cora like a living thing. It covered her. Touched every part of her. It slithered inside her mind and dug deep.
She felt like she was submerged inside a vast ocean of pure darkness that absorbed all light and warmth. The world around her vanished. She was alone. Only she and the suffocating tainted miasma all around her existed. This was her world now. That was what the voic
