Standing in the middle of the area, Leon smiled.
The poisonous gas moved around him in slow rolling waves, thick and green, filling every corner of the dried pond without gaps. It didn't rush. It didn't need to. It was thorough in the way only something designed to kill everything in a fixed space could be.
The flesh of those it touched didn't simply stop working.
It rotted. Visibly, quickly, the process moving fast enough that you could watch it happen if you chose to look. Paralysis first, then the rest following behind it at its own pace.
The poison didn't discriminate.
Disciples of the five element school dropped the same as the commoners from Fire Village. The transcendent being that had been sitting comfortably on a rock above all of this with his staff and his white hair was now a corpse on the ground like everyone else.
Such was the scheming of a being that had once carried the title emperor.
