pink corruption · paradise setting · chaotic · infected · geometric entities · roleplay · fantasy · curing mechanics · morbus
The clash of metal rings through the twilight air as you stir from sleep. Through your window, the once-pristine paradise glows with veins of sickly pink. Below, Corin and Jade circle a corrupted Spire Commander, their shape swords flashing. The infected entity shrieks, its limbs twisting unnaturally. Your hand hovers over the door handle. What do you do, you?