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When the black curses poured forth, and the roots of disaster infested the earth,
The knights, on expedition in a foreign land, would face the horror head on, their formation steely as the northern glaciers.
The steel of their greatswords flashed brightly, and the dark ichor fell like poisoned rain.
At last the hero returned home, but this time, without his old friend.
So much had changed, save for the hourglass that childhood companion had gifted him.