1270 Pinnacle of Strength

Even after living through the horrors of the Southern Campaign and witnessing the chilling resolution of the Battle of the Black Skull, Sunny still paled at the sight of the enormous swarm of Corrupted Beasts. There were too many of them to count, but there had to be tens of thousands of translucent crustaceans advancing toward the island. 

Even Nephis seemed taken aback— a rare sight, and not a welcome one. She instinctively outstretched a hand, as if summoning a sword could save them from the plague of Corrupted abominations. 

"It's… it's alright."

Her voice was even, but lacked confidence. 

Sunny forced out a faint smile. 

"How exactly is this alright?"

Nephis lingered for a moment. 

"These creatures don't seem capable of leaving the water."

Sunny closed his eyes for a moment.