Max's expression turned cold as he prepared for battle.
Bam
The first monster had arrived, slamming its fist into the barrier created by Max.
"Ugh." He groaned at the attack but stood his ground.
Alas, the corrupted didn't seem keen on attacking one spot and separated to deal with the barrier.
All it took was a second for Max to realize the futility of his strategy.
"If I concentrate on the miasma, I'd be dead soon enough but if I focus on the monsters… darn it, why is this so hard?"
He wanted to question aloud but kept his cool, taking deep breaths to calm his mind.
At that moment, an idea came to mind… albeit slightly risky.
Transmitting his idea to the other clones in real-time, they immediately changed formation.
Instead of five spots, it reduced to four as one Max leaped into the corrupted area.
Immediately it felt like he couldn't breathe as his hair stood on end.
The world was having an adverse reaction to the presence of the corruption of the miasma.
