Island Ptichka.
"To think that just yesterday… we were having a vacation here and now it's all like this…"
Standing on the charred black soil of Island Ptichka, Riya shook her head in helplessness.
Although she had already seen the images, only after seeing it in person did she realize how badly this island was hit by the demon armies.
Not only was the entire city atop the island razed to the ground and turned into ashes, but the entire island was now covered in a dense layer of miasmic corruption, causing even the soil to be turned blackish-purple.
Tens of thousands of people were cruelly murdered in a single night, and most of them were civilians that were just enjoying a festival event with smiles on their faces.
No one in that moment could have thought that the happy festival would turn into a massive-scale disaster pretty soon.
"C-can you really purify miasmic corruption?"
