Executing The Plan

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"Souls… I'm running out of them. I'm so hungry…" groaned Focalor, noticing that the dozens of souls it accumulated were now gone. "Where? I need more… WHERE?!"

His presence rapidly shook the skies and the ground below, the pressure alone grinding the houses below him into nothing but piles of rubble one after another, yet there were no people found, only a lot of nature, as if half the city became a forest.

"What is this? Where did the people go?!" he screamed angrily, like a spoiled child that didn't have what he wanted. "WHERE ARE MY SOULS?!"

With a furious and childish scream, the skies' clouds cleared, as a storm of purple winds and cursed miasmic water suddenly rushed down, beginning to destroy all nature within the vicinity.

However, Planta's domain still had a couple of minutes of [Immunity] within it, making it so the nature quickly recovered back and reconstructed, making Focalor staggered.