We immediately commenced our departure to the northwest.
With Verina as the agile vanguard and scout, we hastily make our way through the stray Calamity Objects wandering beyond our sight, and avoid the calamitous event altogether.
One time, I looked back to see the very Qliphoth Object that was sent to our door.
Wherever the Molded King moved, the ground seemed to crack and blacken, as if drained of life, collapsing into ash.
The air grew thick with a suffocating heaviness, a strange, acrid scent filling the lungs as it appeared. In one hand, it carried a staff that, when raised, released a cloud of something foul, spreading out slowly over the land like a creeping shadow.
It did not chase after us.
It only stood still, surveying the landscape, an unsettling stillness in its silence. Yet, despite its lack of motion, the land seemed to shrivel beneath its gaze.
