The winds were gone.
And so were the clouds.
The sky above the Dying City had become still. So still to the point that it looked like a painting. There was no movement, no shift, no breath.
Almost like the world had stopped breathing.
A strange kind of silence had descended. It was not heavy or stifling.
No.
It was... calm.
No scream of ghosts echoed. No corrupted monsters shrieked in the distance. Even the strange gurgling moans one would hear randomly from buildings and alleys had ceased.
The entire city which had always been consumed by a cacophony of tormented wails and murmurs of madness, had fallen into something that was almost... peaceful.
'Well, this peaceful state will not last long. A minute at most.'
'The main source of corruption is still there, and my new spell is definitely not enough to purge the entire city of the corruption.'
'Maybe this kilometer wide radius might take more time for it to be corrupted back, but it definitely will.'
