Foes

In the barren graveyard, Xue gnaws on rotting corpses.

Brutes reeking of charred flesh and decay, their blue-black bodies now impervious to the searing flames of Chaos.

Brutes reeking of decay, their flesh a sickly blue-black save for a deep crimson patch over the heart.

Madwomen wrapped in filthy white garments, with strands of red thread wound through their darkened flesh and extending up to their masks.

Fierce birds with disheveled feathers and rotting skin, grown unnaturally large from feeding on the corpses of those transformed by Sha-Chi.

Thieves wreathed in poisonous mist, their throwing knives coated in the same toxin.

A puppeteer who defected from the High Elder.

Blue-robed lancers whose faces have become hollow voids.

Transcended spearmen whose faces have become empty hollows.

Blue-robed spearmen whose faces have become hollow voids, once commanders of white-robed disciples.

White-clad swordsmen once known for their graceful, flowing swordplay.

Blue-robed swordsmen whose faces have become hollow voids.