Brokersfield stands defiant, surrounded by the undead and grieving its fallen. But their sacrifice was not in vain—the reaving has been stopped. Though ichor still taints the land and the blight spreads, the mother-tree has begun to heal. In time, the wilds may find balance again, and nature can flourish.

Hernescombe enjoys a fragile peace, but eerie scarecrows gather nearby—heralds of a vast undead force encircling the region. To the east, once-thriving settlements now fall to fear and death, as Mirasmus' death-knights spread their influence. A heroic strike on a key forge slowed his war machine, but it wasn’t enough. His grand-lieutenant still roams free.

Now even the Warriors of Light prepare to act. Should the Countess fail to protect her lands, they vow to take them—and offer no shelter to the people of Brokersfield.

When we next return… what, if anything, will remain?