BluePerish
He won...
If only Pugomancer hadn't gotten ahold of that spell...
Catania is now a figment of the past as the world slowly rots away to become one with Pugomancer's lethal contagion, the 'heroes' dying out as fast as their home was, soon only a few guilds remain that harbor our poor heroes.
Zora, the new leader of the South Valley guild, struggles to keep what is left of her guild alive as Pugomancer's plague slowly closes in on them. After years of survival and sacrifices of vain, Zora remembers an old refuge camp from the back of her memories, soon coming to believe that that refuge would be her and her guild's only hope of survival. The only catch to that belief was that that camp was an agonizingly long distance away from the valley.
Heavy with doubt and hesitation but left with no choice, Zora and her guild push forwards, in hope of finally finding a permanent safe haven, only to face forgotten demons of the past along the way.
(A/N: Don't keep your hopes up, I might not finish this)