The purple mist was not still; it spread slowly and viscously towards Maple Hill County, like the breathing of some living creature.
Beneath the mist, the ground seemed to twitch slightly.
It wasn't a vibration but a more unsettling, continuous rustling sound, like millions of claws scraping the earth simultaneously, from far to near, converging into a low, overwhelming background noise that thudded in the heart of every defender.
"They're coming," Vivian said softly, her fingers subconsciously tightening around the rough wooden railing of the lookout tower, her knuckles turning pale.
Even though they were mentally prepared, when the moment arrived, it was inevitable to feel a bit tense.
After all, behind her was her hometown, the place where she had lived all her life, and no one wished for it to fall into the flames of war, much less be destroyed by these Void Insect Race.
Duke was also watching ahead; he was relatively calm, having prepared for everything during this time.
