Rumble—
The Black Plague individuals hurriedly, almost desperately, forced their bodies upward, dragging themselves out of the soil they had buried into moments earlier—even if doing so meant tearing their own decayed flesh or cracking what remained of their fragile limbs. That descending beam of light was simply unbearable; its presence felt like a merciless, unforgiving fire pressing down on a dying creature, burning with intent rather than mere heat.
The very first strike alone was powerful enough to pulverize and erase the smaller Plague entities. They instantly disintegrated into fine black dust that scattered helplessly across the wind like ash from a long-dead forest fire.
But the larger ones, the sturdier ones, were not willing to accept defeat so quickly.
