Part 3

The dryads felt the spread of Liddell's rot first. The sickness slowly spread, whether Liddell intended it to or not, and the trees reflected it first. The trees slowly began to wilt and die, as the earth itself rotted from within. As the ecosystem collapsed, the animals began to change, as if mutated through the horrifying power of Liddel'Liddell's decay and death.

Of course, Liddell hadn't intended for the rot to spread, only for it to expand. But spread it did, until it grew close to the roads, and King Zarfangal himself took notice. It was when he was walking through the trees nearest to the mountains, as he normally does on crisp late autumn days, he noticed the trees begin to distort into strange shapes and forms. Diseased and decaying trunks on trees still upright, needles littering the forest floor, a sickly black in colour. The still uncorrupted animals of the forest fled from the spreading rot, and Zarfangal looked upon the unnatural beasts twisted by Liddell's miracle with intense disgust.

"Nay, what matter of foul beast is this?" Zarfangal asked, as he purged the dark and twisted animals with divine light. "Who is creating these monsters?"