Battle in Greystone

As the battle raged on, Lyle kept his focus on the creatures' unrelenting advance. He knew these corrupted beings were driven by more than just bloodlust; they were bound to the dark energy that had overtaken the once-great city of Greystone. With every strike, it became clear that the corruption had seeped deep into the foundations of this place, turning it into a breeding ground for twisted abominations.

Lyle channeled his darkness manipulation, his spear humming with power as he spun it in a wide arc. Shadowy tendrils extended from the tip, ensnaring a group of creatures before crushing them with overwhelming force. Yet, despite their relentless attacks, the creatures showed no signs of fear, throwing themselves at Lyle and his team with mindless fury.

"This isn't right," Nicholas muttered, his voice tight with concern as he sliced through an approaching monstrosity. "These things shouldn't be this coordinated. Something is controlling them."