Cullen sits down, legs crossed, in front of a cup of tea prepared by himself. It was time for meditation -- Something he barely considered having to do in the first place, was now one of the things he mostly appreciated.

Bare-chested, he glows. Deeply, as he attunes to the forces of the earth, feeling the ground vibrate right under him, the forces of Order coming to his aid from what it seems. The air surrounding him emits a pleasant hum, although there is no one to hear.

Closing his eyes, the blonde man tries to feel the nature of the world surrounding him.
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It seems to provide some fruitful results in no time, though. As the relaxing sensation passes through his mind, Cullen is graced with the best of feelings to himself. It seems to be just a simple shock of pleasure passing through his body, although...

It has none of it. It's a pleasant sensation, but it isn't exactly pleasure. It is a nice sensation that rushes through his body, but it has none of pleasure to it. It's the same sensation he gets when helping someone -- The same sensation he gets when he feels like he's useful.

For a while, Cullen feels oddly completed.
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The sensations, however, soon feel... Harsh. They keep on filling the calm-minded Cullen, however, they don't stop even when he tries to. His corpse flares up, and the holy energy... Starts burning him slightly.

However, he endures the pain, sweating slightly. It seems like his whole body is heating up, and his breathing becomes asynchronous from... Something.

He was breathing in unison with something that he barely knew. He could feel the talking, the movement on the square, the people sleeping in the nearby houses -- And the odd, corrupted presence of some.

It made him sweat even harder. There seemed to be something wrong -- He felt the urge to go there and check, but he could not wake up now. As much as he tried, the pleasant sensation was now cut from him. Only a tingling pain spreading throughout his body remained as the light of his veins dimmed.
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The sensation blacks him out. He falls down from the bench, sweating and breathing heavily. It wasn't intended to go this way, this much he was sure. Cullen felt the need to go deeper, though.

That sensation remained in his head. There was something wrong, something... Corrupted. It seemed to break the evident balance of everything else. He knew nothing about what it was. He just felt that horrid presence there, always looming.
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