CAELUM - Phethora

The Phethora once served as architects of a delicate balance, where death was but a prelude to rebirth. Their touch, though fierce, cleared the path for renewal. A necessary cycle where decay gave way to new life. But the world is no longer in harmony. The intricate balance has been shattered, and now, a single Phethora’s descent can spell calamity.

No green rises in the wake of their passing. Instead, where once their destruction seeded new beginnings, only endless desolation remains. Villages crumble into dust under their unseen hand, and a festering rot takes root, devouring all hope of life. The very air around them is thick with the stench of decay, the ground withers beneath their feet, and no respite comes after the ruin they leave behind.

Now, what was once a harbinger of change has become an omen of doom, feared and reviled, for their gifts bring only finality.