Drenidiopectuslipia's POV
Pandora's box, I wondered. I had heard scores about that item. A cursed item which had the abilities to grant its wielders unbelievable powers. No one knew how it came back to be, but everyone knew the end stories for the hosts of such dangerous powers. It did not make any sense for anyone to grab hold of such powers, but it did make sense that the wielder of such power could be desperate. The hosts typically died of madness and horrible pain after their missions were completed or failed, it did not matter, for they all died the same way.
She went on with the story, interrupting my numerous thoughts.
"One day, I found the leader raising numerous dead bodies from a werewolf village we had just pillaged. I had always wondered how our armies of crossbreeds always grew, but never thought that dead bodies were their raw materials for such abominations."
