The moment the Poison Demon Cult poured from the Divine Convenience Store's doors, the nature of the battle down the Blazing Ridge shifted.
It transformed from a desperate retreat or a four-way standoff to a quick subjugation.
The Ironbone Clan Warlord, who had been pressing his advantage against Akasha, hurriedly retreated. His wyvern shrieked as it recoiled from the overwhelming wave of malicious intent washing over the battlefield.
"Poison... Demon... Cult?" He roared with a voice filled with disbelief and dawning horror. "What is a damned cult from the Inner Abyssal Circle doing here in our lands?! This is the Southern Wilderness!"
His question was answered not with words, but with a plague of toxins and curses heading their way.
The cult's priests, spilling out of the mystical establishment atop the ridge, started emitting a green spiritual energy as they began a guttural chant.
The air immediately grew thick and corrosive as the spiritual energy wrapped around them.
