The borderlands at the Elven Dwarven continent were dying.
Yuki saw it first, a stain spreading across the hills where the elven forests met the dwarven mountains. The trees had changed. Their trunks were twisted, their branches clawed, their leaves black and dripping. Flowers that should have been harmless now gaped with tooth-lined petals. Vines moved like snakes, searching for something to wrap around, something to crush.
"Omg, how far does it go?" Odessa asked. Her Azure Sky Dragon circling overhead, its scales reflecting the sickly light.
Hilda consulted her device, its crystal face flickering with corrupted readings. "It's like ten miles. Or twenty. Now it's closer to fifty. The demon is expanding its territory faster than we can anticipate"
"Fifty miles of corrupted forest," Alfred said. He'd already raised his shield, scanning the treeline for movement. "And we're walking into it."
