"Two hundred of my corruption specialists died. Today, I make the humans pay for every single one."
Her hands raised, corruption magic gathering.
"Let's begin."
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The Battle Begins
The human army advanced to within two hundred yards of the settlement's outer defensive ring.
Close enough for artillery bombardment. Close enough for archer fire. Close enough for—
Seraphina released her spell.
Corruption Plague - Mass Casualty Curse
She'd spent all night preparing this spell. Charging it with hours of focused demonic power. Building it to maximum lethality.
Now she unleashed it.
Purple-black energy erupted from her hands in expanding wave—not a targeted attack but an area-effect curse that spread like toxic fog across the advancing army's front ranks.
The curse struck one hundred soldiers simultaneously.
It wasn't instant death like Pattern Seven's detonation. It was worse.
