Now that they knew what awaited them beyond the membrane, the Myrtharian Nerds and other factionless Players who had decided to stay displayed grim expressions, barely holding back from retreating. It would be a miracle if even a tenth of them made it out of this confrontation alive.
It wasn't just about the number of monsters, but their sheer power. The smallest of these creatures was about their size, but the Black Lumyst Aura radiating from their bodies dwarfed that of an average Lifemancer or Soulmancer. In other words, their cultivation stage was at least comparable to that of a Corebearer, as evidenced by the Black Lumyst Core pulsing in their hearts.
To make matters worse, these monsters swarmed less than ten feet away, crawling over the membrane they had just torn. Fortunately for them, these creatures, though lively, seemed to pay them no mind, finding the dying membrane far more appetizing.
