Dozens of barrels filled with dark purple liquid burst open all around the estate. Each of them released a pungent, shadowy miasma that spread throughout the surroundings.
The air grew thick with a dark purple, toxic mist. Everything that the mist touched instantly started to decay. The contents of these barrels were extremely poisonous and, in theory, could even corrode hard metals.
And now… this poisonous liquid, which was slowly transforming into mist as it came in contact with oxygen, was released within the estate.
Soon, the first cultist, a Mana Foundation Magus, fell to the mist's silent, toxic embrace. The man had inhaled the poison, and within moments, his internal organs had been corroded.
As more and more cultists fell to the poison, their screams merged together to form a terrifying melody of death.
Standing at the center of it all, with every inch of his body smeared in some kind of ointment and his facial orifices stuffed with wax, Adam sighed heavily.
