Doubts
Marduum was green, lifeless, ugly.
It was their only hope.
In their camp, the remains of Mannethrel Darkstar were being efficiently moved. No time to mourn. They had a mission to complete. But Lyren's attention lingered, his stomach rolling at the thought. Their leaders had been so eager to teach, and they so eager to learn. Lyren himself had been one of them, learning the shape of this new power so he might survive a little longer, be a bit more help to those like Kor'vas and Kayn who went forward without nary a stumble to indicate their doubt.
Now new power settled under his skin and he was left to wonder - was she right?
Were they becoming monsters?
Darling little elf, what did you think you were doing when you tore my still beating heart from my chest?
He tried to shrug off the voice. They had a mission after all. And yet…
You drank my soul, my power, my very self down. Consumed me and tried to make me you. Is that not the work of a monster?
He had to wonder.