A Stroll Through Decay

The night was still, the air heavy with the scent of earth and the faint, sweet aroma of something otherworldly. Gerald stood at the edge of what had once been a marketplace, now transformed by Plaga’s influence into something unrecognizable. The cobblestones were cracked, their gaps filled with vines that pulsed faintly as though alive. Shadows danced in the faint green glow emanating from the structures, and the sound of distant whispers floated on the breeze.

And then, she appeared.

Plaga stepped out from the shadows, her form graceful yet commanding. Her tattered black dress moved like smoke around her, her hollow eyes glowing softly as she approached. She reached out a pale hand to him, her lips curving into a faint smile.

“Walk with me, my knight,” she said, her voice smooth and inviting. “There is something I wish to show you.”