The dark miasma spread like a plague, twisting through the air with an insidious hunger. It coiled around the avian floating rock, creeping into its crevices, devouring the very essence of their sanctuary. Hundreds of avians fled in desperation, their wings frantically beating against the corrupted winds. They abandoned their posts, their homes—anything to escape the abyssal wrath that threatened to consume them.
Hovering nearby, Solzt, his expression grim, called out, "Emery… That is enough."
But Emery did not hear him.
Something was whispering to him—an insidious murmur slithering through his mind, feeding on his growing fury. His emotions surged unchecked, fueled by the gnawing terror for his daughter's safety. Every second that passed only intensified the madness clawing at his soul.
