The conversation with his father continued for a while. Erik had a lot of things to think about and digest when it ended.
The Silverline Corporation, the sa company he found the remnants of here in Liberty Watch, had made the biological supercomputer, but most of all, it spread the sinister cold.
This ugly disease didn't imdiately make people get brain crystals; it took so ti, and before that mont arrived, many people died.
The Sinister Cold was a ruthless virus. <
Well, based on what dad said, I'm not sure anymore if it is a virus. >
Regardless, the effects of this man-made thing were devastating. This was not a disease but a weapon of mass destruction, unleashed not by nature but by human hands in a lab, tearing through the fabric of society like a scythe through ripe grain.
The Sinister Cold had not discriminated; it claid millions, from the young to the old, and transford bustling tropolises into ghost towns.
Its symptoms were rciless. Erik recalled the harrowing accounts he'd read-people succumbing to irreversible organ failure, their bodies shutting down without warning.
Others slipped into comas, leaving them trapped in an endless void. The unpredictability of the disease made it all the more terrifying; no one knew who would fall victim next.
Communities shattered, families torn apart. The world was on its knees, grappling with loss and the fear of what the next day might bring.
All of that for what? To wield mana? But why? The presence of thaids didn't justify those studies because, back then, thaids were not like they are today.
They were neither powerful nor harrowing. Suddenly, his mind was flooded with a thought that rapidly spread throughout.
Talking about the Silverline Corporation and its role in the sinister cold wouldn't have made a difference.
Only the Blackguards and a select few were able to travel to Mur. If the Blackguards' real goal was to get the biological supercomputer, even telling the truth about the Silverline Corporation wouldn't have made a difference.
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