poison

The smell of poison pokes my nose first. It's not a clear flow of water. Rotten water creeps slowly. On the walls, over the traces of old waterways The black membrane and mucus stick together. "Here you are." Naird speaks low. The flow of water is alive. But it's not life There's too much in the mix. The moment you take your first step The surface of the water splits. Rotten water rises in human form. a corruption-ridden ghost. I feel like my memory is blurry. The direction is twisted. The dryer stops immediately. Hold the crossbow a vision shot. When the light cuts through the water The ghost's shape is torn apart. The blurred vision returns. My feet are wriggling. The mud and organ debris get tangled up It splits into several pieces. sludge druds. The moment you step on it Rather, the number increases. "It's floating." Naird steps forward. He does not wield a sword. Raise the waves. The moment the clumps of mud rose in the air Dryard's Triple Blow. Ice and vision burst at the same time The colony evaporates as it is. in the water A familiar but terrible shape comes to mind. A shell that was once a water fairy. erosion niad remnants. There is no song. Instead, a sound like a torn scream. Naid grits his teeth. "Get out of the way." She doesn't hesitate. The moon's sword is shining Sliding on the water. a flurry of mooncakes. Moonlight-like swords overlapped one after another The afterglow subsides silently. on the wall of a waterway The black thing sticks together and moves. a black filter. Wherever the water flows Life is lost. Dryers don't aim. the top of a waterway Shoot the point where you were holding up. The wall collapsed Contaminated water is poured out all at once. The filter He is swept away by the flow he made and torn. in the dark A huge body crawls out. a septic trench crawler. The toxic bubble burst The air is rotting. Naird is not approaching. Instead, hold the sword low. A lot of grief. The swords flew in succession Cut the joints of the body one by one. The moment it broke off the crossbow of Dryard. an ice frost-crushing tan. Frozen to the inside of the bug The foam stops. a door blocking the front. The presence fused with a broken control seat slowly raise one's head. a gatekeeper of corruption. "Reacting." Naird says. Dryers pick their breaths. Vision shot However, he intentionally shoots away from the center. The moment the gatekeeper reacts and turns Naid is digging in. a large-sized cutlery. The sword cuts the control seat directly. The door doesn't move anymore. The channel gets deeper. The mucus golem fell off the wall Infiltrating spears float in the air. When the blood flows, the blood leak gathers The shadows of the corrupt Naga and Minotaur Wiggle from a distance. But the two don't stop. Dryers shoot. The niad is cut down. This place is It's not the path of purification It's a way through. And the end of the waterway At a point where water no longer flows Something is waiting. Is it the boss, Is it the source, Or Is it the heart of real pollution that hasn't been revealed yet If I can't, I'll pull it out or purify it..