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"The outlook here is pretty bleak," Malakor said as he removed his borrowed head. It was of no use to him in this place.
Edward nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Just being here, I feel a dark heaviness in my chest," he confirmed. "How long is this Path? And how was it formed?" he asked.
Malakor sighed. "Thousands of years ago, longer than I can remember, this place was a thriving part of the world. There were cities, and many people lived here. The appearance of the Corrupted Sanguines is what caused this."
Edward nodded. He could see the ruins and rubble shrouded in a dangerous energy: cursed energy.
These ruins and old structures had stood for a long time, and it seemed that if you touched them, they would crumble into dust, for it was difficult for them to hold their shape after the corrosion of time and the cursed energy.
There were gravestones everywhere, too.
