As the corrupted creatures crashed through the border, they destroyed everything in their path.
The land around them changed drastically. Trees lost their green color, turning gray and black from the miasma.
The once-clear streams became dark and dirty, and the air was filled with a thick, poisonous fog
Animals that used to live there were devoured. The forest, once full of life and color, was destroyed in an instant.
But this scene was short-lived, as the monsters quickly covered any remaining traces of life.
'Isn't this getting out of hand?' he thought to himself, feeling that Number 17 was growing stronger.
He began to wonder if he could actually find the real body amidst this sea of monsters.
'Well, I can just give up if it's too much trouble. It's not like it's my responsibility to stop it anyway,' he mused to himself.
With the land in ruins, he prepared to move on to his next target.