In Sorin's memory, the Prin of the past was nothing like this. 'Could it be the injury from five years ago, when they suppressed the Cult rebellion?'
'Blood plague corruption...'
The color drained from Sorin's face as the terrible thought formed in his mind.
In the war against the great enemies of the Void Realm, the corruption of the Four Gods was everywhere. Once infected with the blood plague, even the most valiant warrior would gradually lose themselves in the throes of combat and slaughter, unless they possessed superhuman mental fortitude.
They would become cruel and bloodthirsty, eventually losing their sanity and falling completely into the Dark Abyss.
This was both a blessing of power from Avernus and a terrible curse that led to the Abyss.
'Dammit...'
