In order to maintain what little stability she could with the now corrupted Element Bearers, her dear friends, she magically fused her Element of Magic onto a powerful artifact known as the Diadem of Order, creating a arcane dissonance between the two Artifacts. This allowed her to interact with the other Elements, corrupted though they were, finally sealing Discord in stone once more. But this came at the cost of many things. The Bearers had become bipolar shadows of themselves, still cognizant of righteousness, while hopelessly tethered to their own personal darkness. And the Diadem of Order, a power rooted in cold logic, in the simplicity of numbers, in odds and variables, heedless of any relative concepts like "morality", had stripped Twilight of any empathy she had ever known. She became an unfeeling chess-master, a leader without a heart. For what truly is the opposite of "friendship"? Does the concept even have a name? "Enmity?" "Malice?" No.



The antithesis of friendship is manipulation.