The grotesque creatures scrambled in disjointed motions, their malformed limbs struggling to carry them swiftly away. Their heavy, bloated forms smashed against the jagged walls of the dungeon as they fled, sending cascades of dirt and stone falling in their wake. Some of the monsters, too swollen or slow to keep up, were trampled by their panicked kin, their shrill cries echoing throughout the darkened corridors.
Their exodus spread across the edges of the dungeon floor like a ripple of chaos, each one racing to the very limits of the corrupted dungeon to escape the light of the aether. The sickly green vines and corrupted flora quivered as the beasts rushed past, as if even the dungeon's twisted essence recoiled from the purity Cyrus had brought forth.
