E.6.20
You reach a nexus. Two Pillars stand. It wants in. It wants to join you. Assimilate. Give purpose. It is nothing. Empty. Without Self. Warm. Inviting. Glue between matter. Corruption is only what Selves call it. It has no name. It has work. Nothing else. You see it, but it cannot enter you. Something shields you here.
When you return, days have passed. Nights. The Zealot is dead in front of you, one hand still reaching. The black matter has dried to nothing. Beside the body is something once corrupted. Now sterile.
Resolve ⇧⇧
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