Meanwhile, the despair inside Leonora only continued worsening with every passing minute.
The flesh tendrils kept emerging endlessly from beneath the fractured streets like an unstoppable infestation. Some of it burst violently from the widening cracks while others slithered rapidly along walls and rooftops searching for prey. Their movements looked chaotic and animalistic yet there was still an eerie purpose behind them. Every time civilians attempted to flee through open streets, the corrupted flesh roots immediately lunged toward them like predators sensing blood.
The defenders fought desperately to stop them.
Knights continuously hacked apart the writhing masses with swords glowing from Magic reinforcement while archers fired volleys of enchanted arrows from elevated positions above the streets. Mages unleashed waves of fire, wind blades, and spirit purification spells toward the spreading corruption.
