The air around them was saturated with an oppressive, almost tangible energy that sapped their strength every second. The environment was a hellish landscape, where a blood-colored sky met the blackened and cracked earth, and the incessant roar of a storm echoed in the distance. The new creatures, made up of cursed souls, approached with ruthless determination, their shapeless, spectral forms emanating an aura of despair. Their guttural cries echoed across the vastness, resounding like a chorus of agony.
"We need a plan," said Kaizen, adjusting his posture and fixing his eyes on the advancing abominations. His voice, despite his exhaustion, carried an unwavering firmness.
Bloody Lily nodded, her gaze fixed and intense on the creatures forming from the shadows. "We can't keep wasting energy like this. We need to be more strategic," he replied, raising his sword, which pulsed with magical light.
