All the flying Weirds had already been devoured.
After that, no Weird dared to take flight again.
The servants kept an especially close watch on the sky. Any Weird that dared to fly was regarded as provoking the Mother of Birth.
And would be subjected to their frenzied siege.
Over time, the Weirds began avoiding the sky as well, no longer flying.
Now, the servants were locked in a chaotic battle with the Fierce Fiend Class Weirds.
From time to time, chunks of their flesh and blood exploded, splattering everywhere.
Yet no Weird dared to emerge and provoke them at this time. They could all sense the aura and pressure unleashed at full force by the Fierce Fiend Class Weirds and Blood Robe Class Weirds.
That utterly terrifying presence made them all hide away, trembling in fear of being caught up in it.
Only the lowest-level Weirds, driven by nothing but instinct, still dared to roam about.
Those Weirds were handled by the enforcement teams and Anomaly Tamers.
For a time.
Aside from the servants suffering heavy losses, ordinary people's lives had become much easier.
But after those floating "jellyfish" appeared.
Their hearts rose into their throats again.
Because they did not know whether those things were friend or foe, nor what their purpose was.
They could only send people to keep watch on them.
Countless ordinary people began praying to the Mother of Birth.
The number of believers joining the Church of Birth also surged sharply.
The Weirds' side also grew restless for a time.
Dungeon world.
Many Conquerors stumbled in, looking battered and grimy.
They had entered with the resolve to die, only hoping to break through the first conquest line and gain a few days of safety, allowing them to barely cling to life.
But this time.