Its Incarnadine Virulence was a mundane plague. Nevertheless, it was a terrible one. Carried through the air, it rampaged through the Histories, reaping a gleeful death toll of millions. Perhaps it would have stayed as that, mindlessly slaying till the ages turned and a vaccine was developed and it brought to the verge of extinction, but some foul alignment of the fates intervened, . As a terrible war and in crisis enveloped the CollisionMansus, it as gods died, the Virulence found a Long. As their body and mind were wracked by the mad confluence of power unleashed by that terrible disaster, a single speck of virus slipped in. As the virus took its first taste of Long, it began its first terrible steps to ascension, developing a lethal strain laced with elder power. It ate its first host from the inside out, and they died wracked with horrible pains and horrible enlightenment.