445 Trouble For The Russian

While Khalor was having the most boring and fake conversation of his life, somewhere not so far from him, in the lands of the Demonoids, a guild was getting ready to fight a battle for their continuity. And this guild was the Neo-Spetsnaz.

After Anton had sent lackeys to investigate the mysterious red glint in the distance, his henchmen had come back with bad news. That glint looked like a red rip in the air itself, and it was spewing some red-black miasma.

When they had tried touching the miasma, notifications of corruption progression had assaulted their ears, and after a brave, or foolish, member tried reaching a hundred percent, they had instantly regretted it.

When the player in question reached a hundred percent corruption, his screen went red, and he lost control of his avatar. He stayed conscious of the entire ordeal, while his body suddenly started spewing red and black mist.