The Fog of Sylvain

This is the heart of her. This is the thing that sustains all life on this planet. It's Deputy Dewey and he's a ghost. I would like to touch the crystal now, Griffin. Like just as the skin of your finger makes contact with it, it pulls in your whole hand. Both of them are pulled to its surface almost magnetically. And eventually you push backwards off of the crystal and you fall back away from it. The corruption beyond our city's walls, the same corruption that inhabits your pine guard chronicler,. We call it the Quel. It is not a malevolent force, Aubrey. It is doing what it thinks it needs to do