"It looks like that black mist is strengthening them."
A Saint knight narrowed his eyes while carefully observing the battlefield.
"This isn't natural at all.I have fought monsters for hundreds of years yet I have never seen anything like this."
Duke Osantra slowly stepped forward while keeping his eyes fixed on the dark mist.
His expression gradually became heavier.
"The miasma..."
"So this is why the monster tide hasn't stopped."
One of the older nobles quietly swallowed.
"If this continues..."
"The monsters will only keep becoming stronger."
Another Saint looked toward the endless dungeon gates and slowly clenched his fist.
"Not only are the dungeon gates continuously releasing monsters, but the miasma is also strengthening every one of them."
"This is becoming troublesome."
Everyone silently looked ahead.
The more they observed, the uglier their expressions became.
