That thing spoke again. "P-please..."
Wu Heng walked over and raised his hand.
The light of the Creation Trait shot from his palm and enveloped the thing.
The pustules began to recede, and its black skin started peeling away, revealing pink new flesh beneath.
Its eyes changed from cloudy white to pale blue, and its pupils became visible. Its body trembled like someone pulled from icy water.
But it only lasted a few seconds.
The pustules grew back, faster and more numerous than before. Black mold immediately sprouted across the new flesh, and its eyes turned cloudy white again. It let out a shriek, collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and went still.
Layla crouched down to examine it. "Dead. Finally dead."
Michelle looked at Wu Heng. "Even your power can't save them?"
Wu Heng looked at his hand. "I can suppress it, but not eradicate it. The Pestilence in this world has fused with its soul. Separating them kills it."
Michelle said nothing.
The group continued onward.
Along the way, they saw more Rotting Corpse Walkers. That was what they called these people.
Some stood by the roadside, some lay amid the ruins, and some shuffled along slowly. They were all still alive, their bodies rotting while their minds remained awake, suffering forever.
No one could save them.
After walking for roughly three hours, they saw a city.
It had once been a city. Now, it was a gigantic fungal nest.
The skyscrapers were covered in black fungus, as though wrapped in thick quilts. The streets were completely hidden beneath dense clusters of mushrooms and mold.
Some mushrooms were as tall as a person, with dark-red caps whose edges dripped liquid. Wherever that liquid fell, it corroded small pits into the ground.
Isaac looked at the mushrooms.