Corruption

He fled, shooting like a blazing arrow across the forest that spread below him, his awareness constantly seeking the green monster that seemed to have vanished.

But just then, he felt her below him, down in the forest.

The forest churned, rolling as if something big was passing through when suddenly, thick vines coated in sticky green liquid reached out, lashing like whips—thick ropes that surrounded the tower, binding it, trying to drag it down.

But Atrox shredded them with the sword arc that jumped out of his tower. He was about to continue running when he froze midair, his attention on the green monster now flying in front of him.

She was standing on what looked like a flying monster made of flesh and her corrupted liquid. She whined like a spoiled child. "Why do you have to run? I had to go through all this trouble!"