The rot consumed the land with a slow, but voracious hunger. In its path, all life was left malformed, a grotesque effigy of what once might have been serene beauty. It was magic undone, a taint that choked the air and drove all to despair. The nations of the world fell to fear, severing their ties to magic, and dooming all born to wield the arcane, the last embers of magic smothered beneath the bloodied heel of desperation.
The hounded mage - once a lover of the craft - bore the weight of a dying legacy, haunted forever by the knowledge that magic's final breath was passing through his hands.
...Unless the winds of fate stirred toward a different course?
. . .
