"They're being... spawned," Apollo breathed. "And if the strange phenomenon of hordes is happening throughout the empire...it means" Apollo loook disgusted ust imagining dozens of those creatures moving together.
He flew forward, closer. He needed to see more. He need more data in order to calculate his next attack.
Jeremiah spoke again, voice urgent now.
[Creator, look at its core. Enhancing your vision.]
Apollo squinted as golden runes lit up in his retinas.
And then he saw it.
Buried in the monster's chest, embedded like a heart, was a Fragment.
A shard of the soul of the five pillar's greatest teacher. A piece of what had once broken and somehow contains a power that could bend reality. And now... it was corrupting mana, twisting it into endless horrors.
"No wonder they're endless. This isn't just a beast," he whispered. "Its a mutation forced by the power of the fragmet. That beast is using that power to mass-produce magical life."
