Fallen

A breeze stirred the little tree, barely half a person's height. Its crown, bearing only a few green leaves, swayed in the wind. A light rain had left a few droplets on them.

A fair-skinned hand rested on its crown. Fingertips brushed the leaves several times, but she still couldn't bring herself to strip them off and leave the tree bald.

I'll wait until it has more leaves, Fiona Russell thought, drawing back her hand.

But why hasn't anyone come today? Did something hold them up? Or did they change the meeting place and forget to tell me?

Fiona Russell grew a little uneasy.

She was about to go back and use a Wishcraft Scroll to contact the others when a paper man stepped through space toward her. Wisps of black energy clung to him.

Mr. Paper Man is here, so they haven't changed the meeting place... But what's wrong with him? Why is that black energy around him? It feels strange, almost as if he's gone mad. Was he cursed? Then again, perhaps he encountered new knowledge and lost his mind... He always seems so wise. Maybe he's a scholar. I wonder if he's noticed something is wrong. I'd better warn him. Fiona considered her words for a couple of seconds, then spoke.

"Mr. Paper Man, someone told me, 'The one who rules knowledge seems to have encountered a problem. Don't seek out unknown knowledge or read unfamiliar writing, or you might go mad!'"

After a moment, Fiona Russell added, "That warning probably came directly from a Divine Revelation."

"My god..." Avram Krell's pupils abruptly contracted.

My god has undergone Corruption and become an Evil God?

No wonder I've been having such mad, violent thoughts lately...

*No wonder I couldn't find their source even when I drew on my