Chapter 50: The Frenzied Vortex
To an elemental, a pure aura was like warm sunlight to a plant. But what about the opposite?
Sobs echoed through the foul-smelling sewers. Sounds of weeping, foreign to this place.
An elemental gazed at her transformed reflection in a mirror.
“Hurrk—!”
She had expected this. Upon deciding to offer herself to the black mages, she knew it would be a terrible experience; even the faintest contact with their aura had made her nauseous.
How would it feel to fully embrace it? She couldn’t even imagine.
She guessed it would surely be unbearable.
“It hurts! It hurts!!!”
But little did she know it would be this excruciating. After all, the very concept of physical pain didn’t exist for elementals.
Then what was this suffering? What was she?
She was surely an elemental, yet why could she feel the pain so acutely?