In the sky above the three areas of the City of Sin, Underworld scouts and soldiers flying on wyverns and beasts with the capability of flight fell one by one with foam forming in their mouths mid-air.
Their mounts were consumed mid-flight by their rider's claws as the plague spread.
The wyverns and mounts roared, causing the clouds of the Underworld Sky to churn. The wyverns released a breath of Neon-blue flames at the sky, making the sky itself to seem like it was being painted in Neon.
Beneath it all, Corey stood with a hand in his pocket and a completely indifferent expression as he lowered his hand.
Calista narrowed her eyes, "What did-"
Calista stopped and snapped her head to her right. She heard it, the sound of one of her Tier 4s breathing heavily, and a few seconds later, he collapsed to the floor and began convulsing.
Then another.
Then five more.
Then twenty more.
The Underworld officials who regarded themselves as cold and ruthless individuals began panicking.
