The corrupt creatures poured from the island like a black tide, their howls rolling through the clouds as corruption thickened the air.
At the center of the horde was their guardian, an abomination that looked like an ox fused with an octopus, sprouting tattered wings that leaked dark miasma.
Its roar made the air shudder as it led the charge upward, hunger and rage twisting in its many eyes.
Behind Leon, the others hovered in silence, Francis, Nikko, Elizabeth, and Malachi each instinctively stepping back as Leon raised Void Blade.
The weapon shimmered once, then shattered into countless floating shards that glowed faintly against the dark sky.
For a brief heartbeat, everything went still.
Then the shards fell.
They sliced through the horde like divine rain, each piece cutting through corrupted flesh with surgical precision.
The guardian didn't even have time to realize what had happened.
