Dante watched as the remains of the giant dissipated, turning into a black mist that floated over the desert. The dense, oppressive energy permeated the air, and he could feel how it was corrupting everything around it. The once golden sand was slowly taking on a dark, almost putrid hue, and the feeling of decay spread for miles.
Valentina, standing beside him, frowned, sensing the same distortion. "Shit, this energy... it's disgusting. It's corrupting the desert little by little as the wind carries it."
He knew she was right. What remained of the giant wasn't just a physical manifestation but something deeply rooted in the fabric of this world, an essence of death and destruction threatening to consume everything around it. If it wasn't contained, this corruption would spread like poison, turning the land itself into something monstrous.
