Herbacide and Erebacide

A cultist who sang a faint song to beckon a hateful root. A soldier driven by duty, devoted to his bloody craft. A bandit guilt soaking their veins as they breathed through their white mask. And a Berserker whose titanic armor promised naught but death. On their minds was but one thing; an undying king's final order. Find the heart, bring it to me, and I will uphold the deal