When the last Blood Dragon Wing turned to dust in the Holy Light, the defenders were startled to find blood-colored crystal dust congealing at their fingertips.
These particles, flickering with an eerie red glow, seemed to possess life as they slithered through the gaps in the soldiers' armor. Huo Lin wiped his cracked gauntlet across the battlement, and the surface of the bluestone instantaneously corroded into a dense, honeycomb-like pattern.
"Another unprecedented plague toxin, getting more troublesome!"
"All personnel, remove your armor!" The Defense Captain shouted hoarsely, simultaneously tearing off his helmet eroded by the acidic mist. As he moved, dark red scabs peeled from his forehead.
He glanced at the western horizon where thunderclouds roiled, the lead-grey clouds occasionally streaked by crimson arcs of electricity—a sign that the Blood God Cult was assembling for a second wave of assault.
