Winding Down [1]

Black skies, black seas, black land; Calypto was drowned in black to the point where Damien got tired of the color.

"It's worse than I thought." He murmured to himself.

The remaining 6 continents on Calypto were more than just unlivable, they were completely desolated. The ground was cracked and sundered, and even stepping on it would inflict one with a deadly curse.

But this was merely the earth alone. The air was poisonous, and even the waters were filled with corruption that could immediately turn anyone who drank it into a mindless berserker who killed until they died.

'And that bastard was prepared, too prepared. Was this his goal from the start?'

The depth of Calypto's corruption was far worse than when only the World Core was infected. At this rate, it would take hundreds of years after the World Core recovered for this world to accept life once more.

'Luckily, damage control is going relatively well.'