There’s still someone out there — I heard coughing behind the ruins. One survivor… maybe.
But it won’t matter if these things keep coming.
They were villagers once. Now they’re just husks. Plague Zombies. Slow, rotting, endless.
Clear the path. Find the survivor. End what’s left of the horde.
The survivor’s stable — barely. And the path ahead? Covered in decay.
This… this might not be a battlefield.
It’s a graveyard that refuses to rest.
QUEST (7 DEADLY DRAGON SLOTH) 