Soon, all the creatures surrounded Murk. They had only one goal: to drain as much mana from the monster as possible. Each had been given a mutation crystal, making them far more dangerous. Not only could they sap Murk's energy, but they had once been Logan's trained monsters. Now, many had levels—some even reaching level 80—making them just as strong as Murk, who was neither a sovereign, blessed, nor chosen.
Logan could feel Murk's hesitation. He was still a part of Murk.
[Don't worry. You're just as strong as me right now. Use my skills the same way I use yours. Try to control the wind.]
Logan felt Murk immediately begin manipulating wind and darkness, blending the two to push the fog toward Zaryx. The demon ignored the creatures; they had no life source. Even if Murk's acid was devouring them, they continued fighting.
Logan crept closer, biding his time. The fog overhead was only a distraction—his true attack would come from below.
