The knowledge, a final, poisoned gift from Korgan's devoured soul, was a brand of ice. The names, the places, the chilling, logistical details of the Valerius family's monstrous plan. It was all there. Laid out in his mind with the cold, brutal clarity of a military briefing.
The "Plague Spores." A unique, bio-magical agent. A product of a rare, high-level, and deeply illegal dungeon. The "Grotto of Eternal Rot." The spores were not a conventional poison. They did not kill the body. They infected the soul. Upon inhalation, they would take root in a person's spiritual essence. Slowly, agonizingly, corrupting it from the inside out. Turning ordinary citizens into mindless, raging, plague-ridden husks. A weapon of mass spiritual destruction. An instant, uncontrollable army of the damned.
