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The Corrosion
It all began with a few people complaining about an itch -
an itch behind the left eye.
Little they knew at the time that it was one of the
first symptoms of the
Corrosion - a terrible
plague unleashed on
Heryon by the Archelites.
They watched, helpless, as the sickness slowly
devoured their flesh, turning it into a throbbing, painful
biomechanical mass. People panicked - many of them were cast away, kept into quarantine camps built by the Consort until the Sanctorium would find a cure...
A cure that never came.
The
overwhelming pain caused by the
Corrosion eventually took over their minds but a few moments before they turned into
complete abominations. In the dark room that became their mind, a silence devoid of thought.
Pain. Unending, uncompromising pain.
To this day, it is unknown if it is the pain itself that turned them mad, or if it is the
nature of the Corrosion itself. Nevertheless, all of the Infected inevitably turned into ravenous, destructive beasts. They had lost the last spark of their humanity - became berserk, rampaging, killing, destroying everything around them.
For the Consort,
finding a cure quickly became an afterthought:
containment was the new priority,
killing the sick before they could infect others. A dirty deed done quickly, without ceremony.
As a precaution, the
corpses of people who succumbed while carrying the Corrosion were thrown in
mass graves – and buried. People thought they would be safe that way.
Until the
Night of Saint Zenon, that is.
The Night of Saint Zenon
Only a few people, both
wise and reckless, had acquired any semblance of knowledge about the Corrosion - but even these handful of researchers and scholars could've predicted what
was going to happen.
During the Night of Saint Zenon, in the year 459 of the Cyrus Era, a
gigantic monster crawled out of one of those mass graves :
the Amalgam. The innumerable corpses of the Infected had
fused together and formed a towering, nightmarish assemblage of limbs and mouths.
Nothing could harm it - for the Amalgam
regenerated at an impossible rate. The Consort had to resort to using
forbidden weapons in order to
repel its assaults. It took the death of
hundreds of soldiers to drive this
forty feet-high abomination into the
crater of a volcano - where it would, after days of carnage, know its ultimate rest.
From this day on, The Consort ordered the construction of several
Foundries, where the bodies of the Infected would be utterly
consumed, so that never - never again - another Amalgam would see the day on Heryon.
At the time of Edge of Eternity,
one year and a half passed since the Night of Saint Zenon. Far enough time for the Corrosion to spread, and for people to lose hope.
Now is the time for Daryon and Selene to
begin their quest. A quest to find a cure -
a cure for everyone - and a cure for a loved one.
It will be a personal story for them, just as it will be for
you.
Stay tuned. More is coming!
