As autumn steadily came upon Sapience in late Lleian of 454 MA, another vicious assault began on the Underhalls. As if some progress had been made far away in the plane of death, the lingering palls began to vanish with the banishment of the spirits that poured out of them and peace finally reigned.

It was fleeting.

A bloody clash erupted in the depths of the Aureliana. With each warrior that fell in their fight for ylem, a new stain upon reality blossomed above their battered corpses as the Underhalls drew ever closer and fed greedily upon the death that awaited them. Hordes of tormented spirits swept through the Aureliana, draining the life of any they encountered alongside the mindless, raging eld that spilt forth from the foci. After hours of struggle, the would-be fighters halted the spread of death within the woodland expanse.

With each death across Sapience, a new pall ripples into existence and the Underhalls draws steadily closer to becoming one with the realm.

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 1st of Lanosian, in the year 454 MA.