But it was understandable, for how could it hold on for longer when the corruption wasn't just leaking and taking space, but had also started prodding?
It wasn't subtle either.
The black sludge, once a slow seepage, was now actively testing the weakened boundaries of the containment field. The corruption reared back and slammed forward like a battering ram made of liquid malice, its edges sharp, twisting into spires, spikes, and clawed fingers that scraped along the flickering barrier.
The thing felt sentient.
And it made Luca flinch. The protective barrier hummed harder, as if in protest, as another crack formed along its edge.
"It's going to breach," Xavier said grimly.
That got the little cannon wielder out of his reverie and, with no time left to deliberate, fired the Purification Cannon.
It was the familiar "Fwiishhh~", but the stakes were different because it wouldn't take a genius to know that something bad was likely going to happen once this tree gets contaminated.
