Velandria eyes begin to gaze at Cyra once again.
"I helped many people and saved many people but you should be dead, Yet you survived. Your body. It's different i can see that. Your marks is of a catalyst exchange but its not normal. It flowed like it's alive. I have never seen anything like it but i know one thing. Not only does it covers your fingertips and palms, it flows throughout your body and black out your toes and sole of your feet. When you got here it was shifting and your eyes was black with purple irises, but now its brown."
Cyra becoming very hesitant through her questioning while she stands straight up with a serious and slightly hostile demeanor
"You're extremely dangerous so my first question is are you friend or are you a threat."
Cyra body tenses up. He still trying to understand his situation and the confusion from the dream he had still lingered.
"It's depends. Is this place in contact with Zadrasel?"
Velandria looks confused but her eyes opened wide. "ZADRASEL? No one enters or leaves that place anymore. Never since the commander went mad. So you telling me you a soldier of Zadrasel?"
"NO" Cyra blurted. "Not anymore,"
Cyra grabs his chest. Even though the wound completely healed he can remember the sword running through his chest.
"Ok i have some more questions for you." Velandria said while jotting down notes
"Well i can put two and two together but doesn't truly clarify why they needed to kill you. but their's two anomalies that i found within you. One of them was a foreign substance, yet the other seems to be intertwined with your mana. Do you have corrupted mana flowing through you?"
Cyra stares blank at her and his body suddenly shaking.
"Yes i do."
Velandria stops writing. She asked with a solemn expression
"are the marks and the corruption connected? How are you still alive?"
Cyra eyes went from blank to black, his face becomes expressionless. Suddenly a blast if dark energy emits from his body.