As Lyle stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, his body aching and his energy nearly depleted, he took a moment to gather himself. The chaotic landscape around him still echoed with the distant roars of the remaining corrupted creatures, now mindless and driven only by a primal urge to destroy. But Lyle knew that the worst was over. The abomination, the source of the corruption, was no more.
Lyle's breath was ragged, each inhalation burning his lungs as he scanned the battlefield. The air was thick with dust and the stench of decay, but the oppressive aura that had once suffocated the city was gone. The dark energy that had infused the abomination had dissipated, leaving only the remnants of its twisted creations.
But there was no time to rest. Even though the abomination had been destroyed, the corrupted creatures were still a threat. They might be mindless now, but they were still dangerous, and they were still numerous.
