The Demon lost all reason and unleashed its domain, turning everything in its surroundings into one massive swamp. Everything melted inside the nightmarish cauldron, be it buildings, the obsidian, or the monster's own spawn.
The smart ones knew to flee ahead of time, but many failed to do so, driven by the hunger for human flesh and Aether. Death came from the front and from the back yet all they could do was charge at the humans believing that's all it would take to devour them.
All of them were slaves to those mad desires, but not all went about satisfying them the same way. The longer they survive, the more prey they consume. And the more prey they consume, the less clouded their minds become.
Hunting and devouring would still be their ultimate goal, but unlike before, the ways they could go about it would increase.