In the city of Limsa, on the western side of Novaria, Netherius and Wolfram were overlooking the expanding necropolis from the top of a skyscraper.
The once-vibrant city was becoming a dark wasteland, its buildings ensnared by creeping tendrils of black and green corruption.
The structure's surfaces had a slick black substance that pulsed with an eerie green light, releasing a gas with a stench of decay that made the air feel heavy.
"Well, I hope you are satisfied… Even the government will be looking for us now," Wolfram said. His tone sounded sarcastic, but his expression was severe as he looked down at the corruption eating the city away.
"I'm not worried about some ants. This world is mostly ignorant of our powers…" Netherius replied with a slight smile on his face.
"Besides, do you think ordinary humans have a chance against my dearest subordinates?" he continued, glancing at Wolfram.
