The explosion sent out a gust of wind that made the entire dome flicker continuously until the wind subsided.
Rael and the others stared at the cloud of smoke that rained down black blood and countless rotten body parts of the Withered.
Their expressions were all tense and cold as the smoke slowly cleared, only to reveal a shattered and scattered mass of what remained of the Withered bats that had clustered together.
It was obvious their joint attacks had caused significant damage to the mass; it had not only reduced in size but also seemed to break some of the Withered spawns free of the constraints that bound them, causing them to rush directly toward Rael and Iyvre. Except this didn't ease them one bit, for the still-clustered mass of Withered bats quivered and spasmed before descending furiously.
At the same time, from what remained of each individual Withered bat's throat erupted screeches that were sent inwards into the mass.
"Shit!" Rael cursed.
BAAM!
