Before ManaDaddy999 could respond, or even process what was happening, a burst of poisonous miasma detonated outward like a blooming flower of death.
And blood tendrils erupted from the cobblestone beneath him, long, elegant, and impossibly fast like hungry serpents lunging for prey.
"Wha… W-WAIT!" ManaDaddy999 squeaked. He didn't get to finish.
The tendrils wrapped around him and his friends in a heartbeat, lifting them into the air like dolls caught in a hurricane. Gasps turned to chokes. Chokes turned to silence.
Players around them screamed and scattered. Some tripped over each other. Some jumped off the wall. Some simply froze, too slow, too shocked, and too stupid to move.
[Ding! You have slain Players x37]
Soon, Thunder City finally realized what had arrived. Alarm bells wailed throughout the city. NPC troops rallied in panic. Players sprinted for their lives. World Chat exploded into a meltdown of biblical proportions.
