Chapter 327: The Taint of Darkness

**Thelma Zane's POV:** The rain poured heavily, casting a thick, foreboding mist over the night. As I arrived at the scene, the chaos was already underway. Warriors were locked in a difficult struggle, not due to the strength of their adversaries, but because of their reluctance to harm the fragile figures of their opponents. Before them stood a group of children, barely reaching the warriors' chests. These young ones, driven by an unnatural force, attacked with a ferocity that belied their age and strength. The warriors, bound by their moral compass, dodged and deflected blows, wary of inflicting harm. Some bore minor injuries, yet they refused to retaliate with their full might, avoiding any severe actions against the children. The children’s condition was alarming. Their vacant eyes and rigid movements were reminiscent of puppets controlled by an unseen puppeteer. Their attacks were erratic and relentless, with no regard for their own safety. Many had fractured limbs, grotesquely