Chapter 111: The Withering Pits

The plea from the Sump delegation, the desperate hope in their eyes as they spoke of a new, spirit-leeching sickness near the old plague-pits, resonated deep within me. My own Crimson Bloom, though still a fragile ember, pulsed with a renewed sense of purpose. This was not a political battle in the ...

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