Their hair was falling off, their eyes pitch black. These beasts bore ghastly wounds but did not die. On the contrary, they moved violently.
Others were withered and scorched all over. Though humanoid, they crawled with limbs bent backward, their abdomens bizarrely sprouting enlarged red fungal bodies.
Still others stood in human form, but their heads were replaced by huge mushrooms. Their skin was sallow and wrinkly like dead branches, covered with smaller mushrooms, and they staggered as they moved.
All sorts of monsters, twisted by the disease into grotesque forms, continued to advance...
The soldiers relying on the defensive line watched as the enemy, creatures unlike any they had ever seen or could comprehend, drew steadily closer.
Not to mention, the number of monsters stretched beyond sight, at least tens of thousands.
This scene cast a shadow over everyone's heart.
