As Alex's cold voice echoed through the ravaged forest.
"Vitality Drain."
A new kind of horror unfolded.
The forest trembled.
And then—
Screams.
Not one. Not two.
Dozens. Hundreds.
Agonized howls erupted from all directions—like a cursed choir of death, shrieking in pain beyond comprehension.
From the treetops, the bushes, behind shattered rocks—every Expert-ranked soldier that had hidden or attempted to escape was now caught.
Bound by writhing black tendrils that pulsed with corrupted divinity.
Their eyes bulged.
Their bodies convulsed.
And the draining began.
W-What is this… what kind of technique is this?! one of the trapped men thought, his voice lost to the screams bursting from his lungs.
They felt their life force—their very soul essence—ripped from them violently.
Not instantly.
Slowly.
So they could feel every second of it.
Skin sagged like melted wax.
Veins turned black.
Their muscles caved in.
Their eyes bled.
Their mouths foamed crimson.
