Malakai's gaze fell on the Corrupter, and in that instant, the creature felt as though death was staring at it.
A primal fear clawed up its spine. It was as though its heart screamed for it to submit, as though living itself was a crime, and punishment was already upon it.
The Corrupter's chest seized as Malakai leaned forward, but before he could move, a voice fell from the heavens.
"Crawl forth."
Malakai's head snapped upward.
The Summoner burst from the clouds with its giant summons, darkness trailing from its slender frame. Its hand stretched forward, and from its palm darkness spilled like ink, pouring down across the ground below.
The black tide writhed, seeping into cracks and flooding every surface. From it, countless creatures clawed their way out. They howled, shrieked, their forms dragging themselves into the world.
