61: The Corruption- Part 3

A wave of dizziness crashed over Auriel, and her body swayed as if she were standing on unstable ground.

The dark magic she had absorbed writhed within her like a living entity, clinging to her divine essence and seeping into the core of her being.

She felt hot and cold at the same time—her skin burned as if fire licked at her, yet beneath the surface, a chilling frost spread through her veins. 

Her breaths came out ragged, and her limbs felt heavy, as if an unseen force was trying to drag her down.

The gods stood frozen around her, their expressions shifting from concern to uncertainty. No one dared approach her.

Auriel clenched her fists, trying to steady herself. She had known the risk of absorbing the dark magic, but she hadn't expected it to take such an immediate toll on her body.

It was as if something vile had latched onto her soul, and it was devouring her from the inside.

"She's losing control." 

One of the gods murmured.