The world peddles "moral purity" to you, teaching you to restrain your ambition and be a harmless, good person. This is a self-sterilization disguised as kindness. They fear the fangs of the beast, so they advise you to pull out your claws, wash your hands clean, and retreat within safe and mediocre boundaries. But in Auralia's sanctuary, we despise this cowardly purity. Have you ever seen a forest that does not plunder nutrients? We morbidly imitate plant roots; they do not grow downward but plunder laterally, tightly wrapping around any reachable fulcrum . This is not natural growth; it is the physical form of "refusing to let go" . "Love is the parasite, and the host." Put away your hypocritical harmlessness. Embrace your greed, wear this entangled knot, to occupy, to strangle, and to plunder laterally without mercy.
The Strangled 'Moral Purity'
“"You boast of your clean hands, fearing they might be stained by desire and plunder. How hypocritical. Come here, reach out your hand. Let this vine teach you how to elegantly strangle and occupy."”