The sky had become a gateway to madness.
The appearance of the monstrous entity—the colossal eye surrounded by writhing void-tentacles—cast a pall over the battlefield. Its mere presence exuded an oppressive dread, a spiritual force so potent it smothered hope.
Across Northstar Stronghold, defenders dropped to their knees. Some screamed, and others fell unconscious where they stood. Even Ivaris a cosmic-level figure, staggered as though the ground had buckled beneath him. His eyes widened in disbelief before he collapsed to one knee, clutching his head.
The aura of the Scourge wasn't just oppressive—it was soul-breaking.
And yet, the enemy reveled in it.
Barbarians, corrupted or emboldened by the abomination's presence, let out howls that no longer sounded human. They surged forward with renewed vigor, moving like starved predators unleashed. Their eyes glowed red. Their muscles bulged with unnatural strength.
They tore through dazed defenders, hacking, slashing, and mauling.
