In nature, storms were necessary.
They cleansed, they reshaped the land, and in their wake, they brought regeneration.
But a storm that never stopped? That was destruction. It was Cancer.
Mana, despite being such a mysterious thing, was like the weather inside a person's body.
When it was balanced with perfect drizzle and sun, it flowed like a gentle breeze or even a steady rain. That was how it would nurture the person it belonged to.
But when something went wrong— when corruption set in— it turned into a violent hurricane, tearing apart everything in its path.
Cancer was like a monster, slowly devouring from within. Exactly what was happening to Darius.
His body was the land, and his mana was the storm raging across it. And it wasn't calming down.
In fact, it had not calmed down for ages.
Whenever the archduke was on the brink of ruin, the fresh, purified mana was poured into his body.
