Aqua turned to face him fully. "The corruption in the previous lands was a scar left by battle, by destruction we understood. But this?" He motioned to the dark rain. "This is something foreign. Something the elements themselves refuse to touch."
Brix fell silent, glancing up at the sky where the storm refused to disperse. "Then what do you suggest?"
Aqua's eyes glowed faintly as he considered. "There is a method… a seal woven from spirit energy. It will not purify the land, but it may suppress whatever force is keeping this phenomenon in place."
Brix gave him a skeptical look. "That sounds temporary."
"It is." Aqua met his gaze. "But we do not have the means to end this ourselves. If we cannot remove it, we must ensure it does not worsen."
Brix exhaled through his nose. "A delaying measure."
Aqua nodded. "One that buys us time."
Brix's massive form shifted as he cracked his knuckles. "Then let's begin. The sooner this is sealed, the better."
