As opposed to the madness at the northern gate, things at the eastern gate were a lot calmer, if one could call it that. Where the northern gate was a stampede of screaming players, collapsing defenses, massive explosions, and Aurora treating mass destruction like a ballet performance…
…the eastern gate was silent.
Right at the moment, everyone was witnessing a calm yet shocking scene at the eastern gate.
Damon sat cross-legged atop a colossal lotus made entirely of condensed venom and blood, each petal shimmering with a sheen that promised instant death to anything mortal.
Around him, thousands of lotus buds surrounded him in perfect concentric circles. Each one pulsed with dense, toxic mana, swelling with grotesque grace as they awaited their moment to bloom.
The poisonous miasma spreading from him rolled across the battlefield like a fog of doom, thick, heavy, and alive. It was spreading far too quickly and taking down along with it anyone and everyone in its path.
