What followed was a slow, careful retelling—three decades of history compressed into a handful of grim facts.
The Scourge had first taken hold in the north. As the years passed, the corruption spread farther and farther until the entire planet was dragged into a war for survival. Versa and her companions had arrived as part of a relief force sent from the elven homeworld—a few thousand of her kin dispatched to reinforce the failing defenses.
The battle went on for months.
They were losing. For every Scourge spawn they killed, more seemed to take its place. Worse, their allies and friends were constantly being infected, turning the battle into a seemingly endless cycle of bloodshed and betrayal.
