The corruption spread.
The harpooneer's twisted body convulsed as the pale membranes covering it swelled and pulsed, stretching outward like an infection with no restraint. The web of writhing tendrils slithered across the ground, consuming everything in its reach. They dug through the terrain like burrowing roots, unearthing harpoons buried beneath the surface. The moment they surfaced, the tainted mass twisted around them, wrenching them from the ground as if reclaiming something that had always belonged to it.
The foreign realm itself reacted.
Abstract creatures, the living anomalies that wandered this place, attempted to flee. The floating water droplets scattered, their crystalline surfaces shattering as they tried to escape the encroaching corruption. Winged fish twisted erratically through the air, their translucent bodies distorting as if they were being erased the moment they came into contact with the spreading mass.
But escape was impossible.
