Inside the protective shield, the ocean pixies watched all of this with numb expressions.
...
In a council chamber within the city.
Dozens of noble ocean pixies sat on either side of tables made of coral, discussing animatedly with a mixture of unease and anxiety in their eyes.
"When will these corrupted creatures stop? It's been two whole years! Don't they need rest at all!?"
"They indeed don't need rest. These corrupted creatures have been completely tainted by the demonic aura which controls their bodies and souls. They won't stop until they've consumed their own lives."
"At this rate, our reserve resources will run out sooner or later. Forget about food; we can hardly maintain the shield any longer. Once the shield is gone, we won't last a day with so many corrupted creatures!"
"But there's no other option, is there? Going outside means certain death. Staying within the shield allows us to cling to survival for a bit longer."
