C208 You All Look Delicious!
Zanas gazed into the miasma-filled air, his face ashen.
Within the miasma, thousands of flies buzzed and screeched, seemingly struggling desperately to escape the toxic cloud.
The colorful miasma had become like sticky glue, adhering to each fly.
All that could be heard was the incessant buzzing; not a single fly could break free from the miasma
