It wasn't only Harris who was experiencing this odd phenomenon of their foe suddenly turning and fighting alongside them.
All across the battlefield, small pockets of corrupted and abyssals—formerly ravenous and relentless—suddenly halted their assaults. Their glowing red eyes flickered with hesitation before they turned their claws and fangs on their own kind. The effect was slow, almost imperceptible amidst the chaos of war, but the change was undeniable.
Moreover, while the rate of conversion was nothing compared to the rapid speed of corruption that abyssals inflicted upon humans and spiritual creatures, it did seem as though those abyssals that turned were capable of turning others, although more often than not the other abyssals just died without turning.
Soldiers who had been on the verge of despair now found themselves with unexpected allies—albeit monstrous ones.