"Captain, W-what's happening?" skinny Greg trembled in his oversized brown tunic flapping against the raging gales as he struggled to hold a stable footing as he asked, glancing towards Zoan.
Everyone glanced the captain's way as they all gasped for support to keep themselves from being overwhelmed by the current wrought by the brewing storm.
Zoan stared at the sky wearing a cautious frown, as the atmosphere suddenly grew cold, the air tint warping from crimson to grey.
The abyssal force raged dense and terrifying, coiling round the frames of those of pure essence digging into their pores as the overwhelming element standing on par with divine essence would actively try to corrupt all of those within its reach.
Yes, corruption, a blight of the likes even the awakened-rank wouldn't remain immune to, digging into their pathways, sinking to their core and tainting the soul.
