The damage inflicted by Althea's powerful attack was awe-inspiring, yet it soon became apparent that Tornit's malevolent vitality was more resilient than they had dared to hope. The grotesque creature's wounds began to close, its monstrous form twisting and shifting in response to the onslaught.
The arrival of the additional cultivators, while initially a glimmer of hope, quickly turned into a tragic turn of events. The once valiant fighters found themselves ensnared by Tornit's nightmarish appendage, their struggles futile against its unnatural strength. With every horrifying snap and slurp, lives were extinguished, and the once hopeful battlefield turned into a scene of unimaginable horror.
Cries of despair and regret echoed through the air, mingling with the sickening sounds of Tornit's feast. One by one, the brave cultivators who had joined the fight found themselves succumbing to the insatiable hunger of the undead abomination.
