Well he would have to find ways to overcome the corruption if he intended to make use of the Heart of Nythralis in the future, Daeron thought deviously to himself.
The idea alone was dangerous.
Every story surrounding the relic ended in madness, bloodshed, and ruin. Men had slaughtered their own families because of it. Northern virelia had nearly fallen because Lords with weaker minds failed to control its influence.
But Daeron had never been the sort of man frightened by danger.
If anything, danger fascinated him.
And if the Heart of Nythralis truly possessed the kind of power whispered about in ancient records, then perhaps it could become the very thing that finally tipped fate in his favor.
Of course…
first he needed to survive wielding it.
Cedric studied Daeron carefully for a long moment, waiting for him to answer whether he truly intended to help him.
