"Lora's diagnosis was correct," she said, her voice a melodic blend of authority and empathy. "This is indeed a case of dark magic. It's a very aggressive form, one that spreads through bites."
She pulled back the warrior's hospital gown to reveal a bite mark on his leg, inflamed and oozing a dark, viscous fluid. "This is where he was infected," she continued. "The magic is spreading through his bloodstream, corrupting his body and mind. With each passing day, he will become more aggressive and feral, increasing the risk of infecting others. From now on, those around him should be very cautious."
The healers nodded in agreement; their expressions somber. They quickly moved to put the warrior in isolation, taking every precaution to prevent the spread of the infection.
Elora, standing be
