A harsh wind ran throughout the stronghold. It was cold, but not the normal type. It's the same type of coldness you'd feel when visiting an underground burial site, with hundreds of corpses being housed. And, this is as accurate as it could get.
With the barrier's controls damaged as it is, nothing stopped Zeke's poison from spreading and being contained at the same time. From afar, one would see the mass of violet color that formed a dome. It swirled in a counterclockwise direction and, although nothing could be heard outside the barrier, there were actually a lot of screams and cries for help that occurred.
"Look at all of you, dying without my consent." Zeke said to himself, walking around leisurely even the more problematic soldiers, those who has a higher resistance were down for the count and, Zeke could see their veins protruding – as if these are about to burst out.
