It was like a clear sky suddenly crumbling under the weight of its own dark clouds.
The formation was like the sky that shielded the army from the wind and rain, as the rain had suddenly grown from dots and drizzle to a fearsome hail, intertwined with relentless gales of darkness.
The evil miasma seeped in like a great flood and robbed the army of their sense of vision, hearing, and touch. Let alone the regular soldiers, not even the supernaturals had expected the accumulated miasma to be so dense, so thick, so… deadly.
Tens of vultures and aristocrats were sent outright to the afterlife. Following that, the supernaturals exploded their domains of source energy, manipulating the power near their immediate surroundings to facilitate a makeshift barrier. A beacon for those of them who were too helpless.
"Special ops, move out!"
