Chapter 433: Plague
"Help! Somebody, help my son!"
"Is there a physician here? We need immediate treatment!"
"Please, help my wife! She’s already unconscious."
"My baby, my baby, please, somebody..."
At Caritas, panic spread as many people suddenly collapsed, stricken by an unknown disease. Those who rushed to help felt their burning skin, their bodies consumed by an intense fever. At first, many believed it to be mere coincidence that so many fell ill at once, but soon, more and more were affected.
The initial symptoms were weakness and fever, but before long, violent convulsions took hold, followed by bleeding from the orifices. Within an hour of the first symptoms appearing, death inevitably followed.
When the physicians attempted to treat the afflicted, they too succumbed, collapsing limply as the disease spread to them. This only fueled the growing panic, as there was no one left to combat the mysterious outbreak. The number of infected continued to rise at an alarming rate, with tens of thousands already afflicted, hundreds dead, and the toll climbing by the minute.
However, the disease appeared to only affect cultivators below the duke stage—a small consolation in the midst of the crisis. Those at the duke stage or above were the only ones able to move freely and assist others. The problem, however, was that their numbers were far too few compared to the masses. Even if there were duke-stage physicians, they still couldn’t identify the cause of the disease, and the sheer number of patients quickly overwhelmed them.
Many people had already turned to the city mayor’s mansion for help, but Sylphia and the others could do little, as they had to take care of themselves, the mansion had also been infected! Several people inside had already fallen ill, confined to their rooms to receive treatment, yet there was still no sign of improvement.
At this moment, Eleine lay on her bed, her face contorted in pain. Though her eyes remained closed, the occasional furrow of her brows showed her suffering. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, soaking both her skin and the pillow beneath her. Her complexion had grown pale, and her breathing was uneven.
Sylphia and Baek Jimin could only watch from a distance, helpless, as Eleine remained under strict quarantine in her bedroom. A special barrier, created by Xin Haotian’s energy, encased the room, designed specifically to contain anything inside and prevent the spread of infection.