A dark green fog washed over the human army.
This fog consisted of a vile poison and a treacherous dose of Devil Essence. A sinister combination that could rot the flesh right off living bones.
It was even dangerous to most Devils.
To maintain control over it, Greotes needed the influence of several {Miasma Devils}.
The bile green fog washed over the humans, constantly weakening them. Combined with the influence of the crimson moon, some outright died from their exhaustion and were devoured by the wicked poison mist.
The humans put up a good fight, but unfortunately there was little they could do against odds as terrible as these.
However, Greotes' mood was not good.
He could sense that the humans were about to retreat. His original plan had been to make use of Inixth to create a blockade.
"That idiot!" His eyes burned with fury.
He had tried multiple times now to reach the {Chaos Reaper Imp} but to no avail.
