Alden cursed.
A dark expression marred his face.
The crimson light in his sole eye seemed to ripple, reflecting his inner turmoil. Up until this point, things had been progressing rather steadily. The Provisional Paladin Squad were set to eventually overpower and conquer the horde of Force-Devouring Leopards.
All they needed was some more time.
However, fate seemed to have had other plans.
Suppressing his unease, the Keeper's Apprentice stared intently at the Defiled Djinn… as if wishing to burn its ghastly visage into his mind.
After its ascension - or rather, descent further into corruption - the leopard's frame had undergone a change. Its claws had become deadlier, glinting sharply in the low light. Its maw, which was already terrifying, gained even more sharpness, resembling a veritable sea of razor-sharp spikes each capable of piercing and ripping the most durable reinforced armour to shreds.
Those were not the most alarming changes, however.
