Norx reached out, his fingers hovering over the map of the oasis. With a flick of his wrist, he could simply pull the moisture away from the oasis, and then it would dry up like the desert surrounding it, and it would be over, but…
He clenched his fist. He couldn't do that to Alias's creation. It was all… so beautiful.
"Alias, I do not want you to be swayed by these fragile bugs. I will show you how fragile they truly are. I will show you that when a human is pressed, the love they claim to have is nothing but a frantic effort to save their own skin."
He reached into the void, pulling forth a strand of dark, chaotic energy. He wanted to break the spirit. He wanted Alias to see the ugliness of humans to the core.
"I will put his heart on a scale, Alias," Norx murmured, a thin, cruel smile touching his lips. "And we shall see which side weighs more."
The next morning, Alias woke up, his body feeling a strange, lingering sensation from the previous night.
