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Tainted. Poisoned. Ravaged. There had been a score of words that might have described what had stricken the valley. What had once thrived remained choked by some foul presence that had ingrained itself far deeper into the very roots. It had become a nest of malignant energy, what purity remained had been buried beneath a weighted dark few could contend with. And yet it had beckoned to one who'd answered the call for aid.
The nearby parish noted missing persons, from children to elders all last sighted being drawn to the very land in question. Run afoul by dark magic rumors had since arose of ghouls and fiends alike; enough to the point that few dared venture there.
But at least one silhouette had been seen, clothed in both white and black only his silhouette had been discernible for a split moment before disappearing beneath thorny branches. He had known all too well what lurked within such a place constricted by death.
The land still pulsed with a magic far older than few could discern but it had remained the perfect lure for those drawn to promises of power and in that the Purifier had been all too versed to the darkness of men and creature alike.
For the moment he’d go unseen.