If you stand atop the withering World Tree and overlook the veiled Midnight City, you will see:
Three towering Obsidian Towers, silent as shadows;
At the base of the wounded World Tree, covered with craters, broken roots, and building remnants.
The blood plague slowly spreading along the streets;
An Obsidian Tower that glows and shifts with time;
The Dark Park devouring all light;
The adjoining lake swirling continuously day and night;
The hatred cast by an indescribable being;
A Flesh Nest, like a low mountain, engulfing several blocks;
The Spire reaching skyward, leaning precariously;
The lost Midnight City becoming a bizarre promised land.
And a place where souls find no peace.
...
Like a mycelium blot, foul plague silently spread as a few Ghoul Warriors passed by, staining walls, rooftops, streets.
In just a few days, with another round of patrols, the area will transform into a ghoul plague lair, just like those distant blood-wrapped buildings.
