At first, the sound of shattering was faint.
Slowly, the sounds began to come from all directions.
Mo Ling felt a fragment strike his armor. He reached out and caught it. The shards felt like broken glass.
The pieces were covered in dark rust, their once-clean surfaces now peppered with black dots.
"What is this?"
Mo Ling studied the shard in his hand.
'Where did it come from?'
He looked up and witnessed an astonishing sight.
The protective shield enveloping the entire fortress was continuously crumbling away, as a black mist writhed and lunged at the fortress below.
Through his armor's optical overlay, a dangerous red glow emanated from all directions. It was so piercingly bright it made Mo Ling dizzy. He knew it was the omnipresent mist.
The Fishmen, meanwhile, were too preoccupied to fend for themselves. The mist had already broken through the protective fields on their armor, boring its way inside to cover the armor itself.
