The black mist of disease, plague, and death enveloped his whole body, casting a veil of mystery and terror over him. All creatures in the world were afraid of him.
They told her...
"The most terrifying thing in the world is not the bloodthirsty bats, savage orcs, or poisonous fog forests, but the 'God of Plague'."
"No one has heard his voice or seen his appearance. All living things within three feet of him will wither and die. Those who are lucky enough to survive will become his subordinates and minions, spreading poison in the world."
"'The God of Plague' - he is covered with tomb fog, his hair is like a coiled snake, his eyes are bloody, and his fingers are like dry bones. He breathes, and the steel melts, and when he touches the rock, it is like fire melting oil. His shadow is the source of nightmares, and his words are the call of death."
"He is the devil who harvests life. He rides on a bone flying dragon in the dark night, using dark clouds to cover the dim light of the stars and moon. He takes away the lives of villages and replaces them with desolation and suffering."
She saw him, in the most amazing way, in her dreams...