Towards the edge of the Tsloch Sea, a horde of Nirclick corpses lay drifting on the water surface. There were even more of them in the region, despite their sheer numbers, were all fleeing in panic.
Dense arcs of lightning rained down from the sky, every strike singeing a Nirclick, upon which a vortex formed in the water and shredded the respective Nirclick into meat paste.
[Run!]
[Run fast!]
The Nirclicks released a dense pollen cloud, trying their best to feel their surroundings as they crashed into each other in their attempt to flee. Chasing them, slowly but with enough momentum to warrant their deaths, was a typhoon.
Thunder crackled across the skies, sounding as if the sky itself had been rendered apart. Each clap of thunder shattered the eardrums of those in the region. And preceding the thunderclaps were lightning strikes.
