A long time later…
Adam stood amidst a sea of corpses. These creatures were a twisted parody of what they were before the corruption got to them.
Some belonged to the four great races, while others were once fantastical beasts. All of them had either gotten lost and ended up here or had come here of their own initiative in search of riches.
Whatever their reasons, all of them had been corrupted beyond doubt.
Adam watched their cold corpses still twitching with tendrils. He didn't go anywhere near them, for he feared that the corruption would get to him.
That was why, since the moment he'd arrived at this forsaken place, he had dealt with its inhabitants through spells. He hadn't gotten his hand dirty by engaging in physical combat.
He exhaled a sigh of exhaustion and retrieved a flask from his ring. He only took a tiny sip of water before putting it away. Leaning on the Staff of Calamity, he whispered:
"Just how long have I been fighting?"
He didn't know.
