Mezulash watched as unknown beings surged from all directions, gradually surrounding them.
He recognized these monsters; he had seen them in a necromancer's diary.
"Withervine creatures, they are withervine creatures!"
"They are the plague that spreads dark infection. Drawing nutrients from the earth and carrying ancient evil wills wherever they go."
"In forests infected by withervine creatures, trees and plants will grow at a supernatural speed. Vines and various undergrowth plants will quickly cover buildings and roads. After the withervine creatures kill or drive away all the residents, an entire village can perish within days."
Mezulash swung his sword and severed a thorn lashing out from the shadows, cursing loudly:
"Damn it, it's said that the first withervine creatures were nourished by vampire blood. That old vampire had long been prepared!"
Alger tightly gripped the Everburning Greatsword and plunged it into the twisted limb of a withervine creature.