New Hope

Much time has passed since the plague of undeath first spread its tendrils over the Eastern Kingdoms, and its grip is finally loosening. The Western Plaguelands are healing, and new growth has brought about a dramatic change in the landscape.

Vephriel and Grudge stood in the spot where they had first met, the place hardly recognizable. The air was clean, the grass healthy and flourishing.

They encountered black bears, Grudge's brethren, pure and free from any taint. Though the land was still mending, renewed hope seemed to bloom all around, and the sight was heartening.

Vephriel knew the flurry of emotions that must have been going through his mind at that moment.

She reminded him that he was liberated from the control of the Scourge, that his will was his own, and his strength had endured to bring him to where he now stood. He would always have the scars of the past, but she knew that together they would continue to oppose the forces of the undead.

And she hoped that one day...he could truly be at peace.