"Warning: You have suffered plague damage, taking 0 damage (33 points resisted)." "Warning: You have suffered plague damage, taking 0 damage (31 points resisted)." "Warning: You have suffered plague damage, taking 0 damage (40 points resisted)."
Brando suddenly stopped and pulled up the battle log in his retinal display. A pale-green light screen appeared before him, already filled with alarming system records.
He immediately raised his head. They had entered Queen's District, normally the busiest commercial area in all of Rushta. Dozens of the Empire's most famous merchant guilds had their headquarters along both sides of the streets. Their magnificent buildings were now sunk in darkness and silence. Every door and window was tightly shut, and a thin mist hung over the streets.
"Fog?" Brando suddenly reached out and grabbed at the air. When he opened his palm again, several dead flying insects lay inside.
"What is it, my lord?" Behind him, Medisa and Hypamira also stopped. The latter watched his movements curiously and asked.
The Little Princess of the Silver Elves, however, stared silently at the colorful insect corpses in Brando's hand, a calm light in her eyes.
"You recognize them?" Brando asked.
"These are Plague Swarm insects. They are born from the mists of the Field of Grey Light, feeding on demon corpses and the stench of rotting souls to reproduce and grow," Medisa replied quietly. "I have seen them more than once."
"These are larvae." Brando nodded. "They haven't fully matured yet. The ones you saw were probably adults."
He narrowed his eyes and looked toward the dead street ahead, clearly understanding where Medisa had encountered these insects. Plague Swarm insects were residents of Hell, born from carrion. A brood usually came from the same mother. The mother was a huge adult insect, and a