Sunny suddenly paled.
'Wait. No way…'
The runes describing the Shroud of Graceless Dusk resurfaced in his memory…
[There, they found solace, safety, and shelter. In time, the voices of the gods grew silent one after another, leaving behind only a vast and dreadful silence. That was how the sybils embraced the Estuary, and that was how they fell.]
He looked at Cassie somberly and said, his voice slightly hoarse:
"The… Defilement?"
The blind girl nodded sadly.
"Yes. The Defilement spread from the Estuary, consuming Verge, the city of the Seekers. And from there, the Defiled slowly moved upstream, threatening to devour all other settlements on the Great River. The sybils and their people waged a war against them for a long time. Eventually, most of their cities fell — some fell to the Defiled… but not all."
Her beautiful face looked forlorn for a moment.
Cassie sighed.