บท 366: Pale Stars

All around the undead coast, close and far away, ships spreading water touched by death circled Viridis, a steady stream of miasma rising from them, pushing the livings back or embracing those too slow with a most divine blessing, all driven by undeads bearing the symbol of the Lithitree, meanwhile, Loimos and Poitirus scoured the bottom, embedding miasma generators as they went, ensuring that every single speck of space was infused with the deadly fog to the maximum possible.