Wherever the fungal carpet spreads, the last traces of life are completely consumed and absorbed, leaving behind a smooth and eerie purple surface.
Above the fungal carpet, some tendrils resembling fleshy vines slowly sway, as if probing the surrounding environment.
At the base of the city wall, the heavy iron-bound oak gate is now battered and worn.
Large sections of metal are eroded by acid, revealing the charred wood beneath, which is covered in deep claw marks and cracks from impacts.
On the towering stone walls of Stone Shield Castle, the insect race's sharp limb tips have developed tiny hooks, firmly capturing the minute rock crevices, climbing upwards at an unnatural speed. The friction between shells and stone creates a dense, screeching sound that makes one's scalp tingle.
Behind the wall parapet, the militia's resistance appears pale and chaotic.
They lean out, struggling to push logs and stones down.
