"Get down!"
The yellow wind danced wildly, lifting dust and thick fog across the plain, carrying the ringworm blessed by calamity, as it attacked the Life Esoteric Church's headquarters, 'Bone Fortress.' Wherever the calamitous wind passed, everything withered and decayed.
Pale colonies of fungus grew from the rotting wounds, and the whole world was infected with athlete's foot, that acidic, broken-down, bizarre taste pervading the inside of Bone Fortress.
The scent spread for miles, such was its extent.
Bone Fortress was originally built from the bones of high-tier saints; it was supposed to be indestructible. Yet, even so, it couldn't withstand the disaster personally designed by Merlin, not even when the Esoteric Priests had already ordered the closure of the outer city, dropping the Holy Bone gates. The acidic gases still crept in through the gaps around the frames, unstoppable.
