As West Two stood before the heart of the corruption within the Celestial Vault, he felt its pulsating presence enveloping him. The air grew heavy with its malevolence, and the darkness seemed to take on a tangible form, swirling and shifting in an unnerving display.
To his astonishment, the corruption spoke. Its voice reverberated through the depths of his being, sending shivers down his spine and causing the very fabric of reality to quiver. It spoke with an ancient and ominous tone, each word laden with the weight of eons of suffering and despair. Its words bore into his mind, threatening to unravel his sanity.
