Needs

Elara was horrified, especially when she checked her Soul and found darkness seething in a corner. It was bubbling, as if it was alive and trying to spread everywhere.

The feeling she got from it was slightly different from the Corruption she had known otherwise, but it was still the Corruption.

Before she could order her incandescent flames to burn the corruption, she heard Sikander's calm voice again.

"Don't burn it, girl. Let me take it out."

Elara stopped, wondering if she should trust him again. In the short period of time, Sikander slammed his fist on her head, making her head ache even more.

However, it wasn't because of normal pain. No, it was because she felt something being sucked out of her. Her soul felt like it was being stretched endlessly, but also being torn because of that.