"Groaagh!", the Wyvern cried as it raced upwards to meet the Airship.
Akiol looked down upon it, taking note of its excessively bloated body. The mutations of the East were growing worse. The creatures looked like they were constantly in pain. Thrashing about in pure anger.
Eventually they'd erase the entire half of the continent's creatures, but then the place would be beyond repair. Even as the more dedicated players were reaching Third Stage, the expedition progress wasn't going that well.
Akiol peered a little further down and noticed the absurd amount of mutated creatures swarming the base of it all. The horde of creature stumbled over each other, climbing their comrades' bodies to form a rough hill to reach up at Akiol.
"That's. . . quite a lot.", Akiol followed the number of monsters swarming violently.
