Early morning, mist rising from a calm but slightly rippling sea. Wooden boat creaks with each paddle stroke. Faint black glints in the water hint at corruption beneath the surface. As the boat approaches the horizon, the castle’s silhouette emerges through mist. Towering spires, partially crumbled walls, faint black-and-white glow hint at the plague’s corruption. On either side of the boat, small islands and ruined docks peek through the water. Blackened, twisted remnants of buildings hint that the city is in decay. They exit the boat onto blackened shore.