The True Depravitas moved from city to city, consuming the souls and memories of fallen battalion leaders. Every dying thought gave them more insight into the movements of Valhalla's armies. With each conquest, they refined their strategy, learning when to strike, when to vanish, and where to find those who still resisted the corruption that had spread like wildfire across the realm.
The innocents they encountered — the untainted Vikings still clinging to some fragment of hope — were not left behind. The Depravitas sealed them inside the cube built to suspend life in timeless stasis. Within its shimmering light, the saved slumbered, untouched by decay or despair.
At the same time, the True Depravitas carve every polluted totem and souls from the corrupted Vikings. The deeper their collection grew, the more they understood about the alien entity that had seized control of Valhalla itself — a godlike being of void and memory, feeding upon faith and despair alike.
