Aria's eyes widened in shock.
"It's not possible, this is just an imitation created by the corruption… it isn't possible for him to enter the corruption too… right?"
"Ah?" Eric spoke as he glanced around. "I'm pretty sure the last thing I did was scratch the eye of the guardian… did I die?"
Aria, having trouble assessing the situation, glanced at Gryndor… or the thing that was pretending to be him.
Her eyes narrowed once again as she saw the thing mimicking Gryndor display that emotion for the first time—fear.
"How?" the thing asked, its voice trembling slightly.
"How the fuck are you here?"
At that moment, this was all the confirmation Aria needed to make a decision.
If she was right, it meant that she wasn't the only one battling the corruption with her soul… Eric had somehow found a way to intervene.
She shifted her gaze to Eric as she spoke, interrupting Gryndor,
