The battle in the central square was heating up as a flood of bodies descended upon the candidates, their packed bodies creating wind and pushing it in front of them, and causing a cyclone of wind and ash to cover the young Siphons fighting for their lives.
If a mortal were here, the spawns would resemble a storm of flesh moving faster than their eyes could follow, since these spawns were mostly leaning towards Agility.
This could not be helped; no one knew that the first spawn was a junior scribe who focused on growing his Agility and Mind in order to be a better scribe and messenger. Now, these spawns were his abominable inheritors.
At this point, there was a thin line between enduring and defeat, as the weight and numbers of enemies pressing down on them did not seem to have any limits and even seemed to be growing.
