As evening fell, cries for reinforcements, columns of smoke, agonized screams, and scavenging crows wove together across the skies of Bull Territory.
"Distress signals are appearing everywhere!"
"Reporting, sir. The sentries have discovered what appears to be a gray mist environment spreading through the surrounding villages."
"Report! The reinforcements we dispatched to Bull Fortress have been routed by an unknown Corrupted Divine Chosen. Her offensive power is terrifying. We're trying to gather the surviving troops."
"Villagers are being hunted by corpses. They'll enter our line of sight soon."
"Sir, it's the corrupted creatures. They're spreading everywhere and slaughtering indiscriminately. The nearby villages have been swallowed by a tide of corpses. We need reinforcements."
A stream of reports was delivered into the hands of the fortress commander, Andrew.
