An Extra’s POV

"Isn't that…?!"

While still observing the darkened lands, Rey cast his gaze closer to the beautiful area and noticed something peculiar.

Existing at the great divide that separated the fertile, lush lands of the Elves from the rotten and darkened land of blight was a camp. The camp was surrounded by walls, which were further reinforced with Magic, protecting them from enemy attacks and perhaps the corruption that encroached upon the land. 'Their barrier isn't good enough, though. Parts of the walls are already darkening. It's only a matter of time before the cap becomes infested as well.'

The plants around the compound were already withering off, and their dead leaves were fading away at a slow rate. Rey estimated it would take only a few more days before the entire area was covered.

Several tents—in their thousands—existed within the compound, and it was clear what kind of place this was.

"I think you just stumbled on the stronghold of the Elves. This must be their battle camp." Rey spoke up, his eyes narrowed as he observed the details of the place.

Everything added up.

"I know. I've been staring at it for a while now…" Esme murmured as she keenly watched the camp.

There were a few patrol Elves walking here and there, but for the most part, the grounds seemed abandoned. From the way it appeared, most of the people in the camp were indoors; a rather odd phenomenon.

"You'd have expected it to be a lot livelier, especially since it's still daytime."

Rey's observation received a nod from Esme, and while the both of them said nothing specific, the two could already see the problem that plagued the area.

After turning to look at each other for a second, they both opened their lips to confirm their thoughts.

"Miasma…"

"Yeah. It's Miasma…"

One would never expect to find perverted Mana in a land as pure as this, but from the sheer magnitude of the corrupted lands, and the scale at which it was spreading, there appeared to be no other explanation.

the problem already identified, the next

—Now what?

check it out? The camp… and all that?"

it. The mere fact that she was looking at the camp for so long, while showing an expression of concern, proved that she wanted

he hadn't asked her anything, she would have probably tried to wave

But now…

it." Esme answered. "Want to check

as she said

to the Shrine and meet The Oracle. But, I can tell that this is somewhat

"Yeah. Let's go."

took her hand and they

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"Guark! Kack! Arrck!"

interior of the massive tent,

looking pale and incredibly skinny. The beautiful hair of the Elves were falling

like they were about to fall from their sockets, and every breath they made

and those who attended to them could see

have mercy on these ones. Lend out your mighty gracious hand and cure them; with your breath

she prayed for her fellow sisters who constantly suffered

in charge of the infirmary—this

hardest to aid as many patients as possible, but

intervenes… unless The Oracle hears our pleas… there is no

were all

point where they had to be placed out of commission for battle. The survival rate of this corruption

was possible that none

their corruption reached a certain threshold, they would have to be transferred to another

very least, a few people among