The sand seeped through every crevice and corner, indiscriminate in its fury.
Whoosh!
"Ah! No, It got me!"
"Fuck— comaahhhhh"
"Someone give me a shield—ahhhhh"
Whoosh!
It swirled around deviants and soldiers alike, suffocating rogue hell spirits and any living being in its path.
The screams grew louder, a melody of terror and pain as the mist claimed more victims.
"I can't breathe... It's burning!" a deviant howled, collapsing under the weight of the ethereal assault.
Thud!
His body shook before lying eerily still with a thud on the ground.
The commanders, encased in their advanced armor, watched in horror as their ranks thinned dramatically.
The armor, thankfully, isolated them from direct contact with the evil mist, sparing them from the fate of their comrades.
