The screams of dying living beings came wave after wave with the force of thunder, crashing against the Sun Palace like a tsunami.
People died in clusters along the crowded streets, shrieking their hatred and fear at the sky, praying to their gods for salvation.
The cries of over a million people merged into a deathly gale laced with black matter.
A Harpy swept overhead, trying to witness their agony and terror before death, but the spores caught her as well, devouring her internal organs.
When she tried to scream, she only coughed up pitch-black filth before falling like a shot bird, tumbling down toward the dead below.
When she rose again, her wings had become fleshy appendages covered in tentacles, and her rotting body hung with exposed organs draped over her ribs.
In the darkness, a massive figure appeared atop the Sun Palace.
He paced to the edge of the roof and looked down upon the horrifying scene below. Though the poisonous wind ravaged and slaughtered as it slithered between the buildings, it merely circled harmlessly around him, while he watched the city march toward death.
Then the giant beast raised his head and looked into the sky.
Above that vault of heaven, the distant moon was slowly being stained a strange pale green.
The war beast in gleaming silver armor stood alone. Amid the dying screams and terror of living creatures, he was the only trace of calm.
"Fucking Snotling arseholes!!"
Enraged, Beluf punched through the screen displaying signals from all across Tyre. The images of the corpse-mutant swarms shattered under the blow, and this outbreak from within drove him into a fury.
With the great war already underway and most of his forces committed to the front lines, something like this had happened in his rear.
It