The horde closed in from every side. Clyde planted his feet and took a deep breath slowly. He was able to stay calm in this situation.
The ground beneath him squelched, flesh compressing under his boots.
His spear moved faster than before. Thrusts became blurs. Sweeps tore through clustered bodies. Those attacks sent ripples through the mass, but the tower behind them continued to breathe and pulsing as if alive.
The fog thickened the closer he got. It poured from the tower in steady waves, carrying a deeper pressure than before.
This was not just poison. It carried intent and malice layered with authority. Clyde could feel it clearly.
Then suddenly, the monsters began to change in the middle of their charge. Their limbs hardened, their jaws split wider.
Some detonated into clouds of spores when killed, trying to drown him through sheer volume of the greenish smoke.
Clyde pushed through it with no problem because he had the ney awakened [Toxic Resistance].
