Daria was just finishing her mission - sybduing a group of corrupted animals near the forset. With a gracefull touch, the wind shook leaves on the trees. With a touch of hatred, Daria's knife touched the belly of the beast.

DIE, filth!

She pressed the knife along the beasts body. Warm corrupred blood sprinkled her fingers. Her gaze no longer resembled human. Pure hatred and Ardor.

Cleansing, purifying, ERADICATING! Undo the corruption, undo the corruption, UNDO THE CORRUPTION!

She gutted the beasts, until there was nothing left of the, resembling their look. There she stood, among the piles of corrupted flesh, covered in blood.