[b][u]Occus, South Africa (Region)
Month One[/u][/b]

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Ox did not speak much with the two sisters, and mostly did not actively participate in the rescue missions. Instead he lent quite a bit of his power to sustain and improve his sorcerer's magical might. The undead may be resistant to the arcane, but a conjured flame was still a flame, and a flying rock could still cave their skulls in. His focus was primarily elsewhere, projecting his presence to answer prayers to him across the world, mostly of those in the afflicted regions so he could determine where the next portal would take them.

The few times he did intervene were against the monstrous undead with huge bat wings and exaggerated claws, or sticky black fur and lupine forms. The Fae's souls were safe, would always be so, but their bodies were not immune to the plague. When these monsters were encountered on the battlefield he tapped into his anger at Humanity for doing this to his people and blasted the horrors apart with torrents of flame or swarms of flesh eating insects. Every time he would cast a look at the steadily growing number of Humans they had rescued, and he would debate turning his own Necromancy on them and unleashing them in a major city as retribution, but then he would dismiss the thought as needlessly cruel, and remind himself that these Humans in particular were innocent. It helped that Kani was always nearby offering them compassionate assistance.

Once he had collected all the Fae in South Africa he cast a spell of secrecy over the Humans and left them just outside of a safe zone, they would be disinclined to share what they had seen, and soon they would even forget the details, putting behind the magic and the gods like a bad dream. The Fae were not finished, but now other things called Occus' attention. He left the sisters behind in Africa, and sent the Fae on to America.

[b][u]Humanity, Earth
Month Two[/u][/b]

The vaccine was mass produced in every medical facility in the world, Humanity taking a sigh of relief as supply drops carrying the preventative treatment landed among military positions and survivor outposts. The zombie advance had been confined in Indonesia, and the works of a pan-American organization began to slow the spread in the central states. Africa was still losing ground, but at least they could fight the menace like any other now. The apocalypse had been averted, by Human genius no less. Truly they were capable of great and terrible things, much like the mythical gods of old...

But still there was the matter of Sven, creator of the plague. It may not have been solely his fault, but the blood of millions were on the hands of him and his assistants. Nations across the world were calling for his head, trials for war crimes would commence soon. The man's punishment by the gods was strange and investigated of course, but few believed his claims. It was more likely he had been experimenting on himself and something had gone wrong, yet another hint at his untrustworthy and immoral practices. Those who believed in divine intervention named such gods as the Christian God or the Muslim Allah, others pointed the finger to Hindu or more local gods. Few even knew of the Merged still, and those that did kept their mouths shut. The fact he was cured only lent further disbelief to his tale.

Humanity had never been more united; Polish volunteers helped construct defenses in Oklahoma, Japanese watercraft hunted stray swimming zombies, and Chilean soldiers stormed the beaches of Maputo. A new age was dawning among the mortals, and none could yet see the result of such events. None, that is, except one. A mad being was on the hunt for cheese, for where there is cheese there is darkness.