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.

identified, the next

—Now what?

out? The camp… and all

she tried to hide it. The mere fact that she was looking at the camp for so

though.' If he hadn't asked her anything, she

But now…

answered. "Want

smiled as

Oracle. But, I can tell that this is somewhat important to

"Yeah. Let's go."

her hand and they both

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"Guark! Kack! Arrck!"

voices filled the interior of the massive tent, creating a dreary atmosphere within

incredibly skinny. The beautiful hair of the Elves were falling off, and their beauty could hardly be seen as a result of their

they were about to fall from their sockets, and

and

Nature… have mercy on these ones. Lend out your mighty gracious hand and cure them; with your breath provide them relief… and with your grace

rendered as she prayed for her fellow

the one in charge of the

subordinates were all running around, trying their hardest to aid as many patients as possible, but Tatiana knew the

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

all

tent alive, and for those… they were weakened to the point where they had to be placed out of commission for battle. The survival rate of this corruption was less than one percent, which meant that most Elves in

possible

to be transferred to

the very least, a few people among these hundreds still had