Chapter 788 - 369: The Truth (Part 3)
She gritted her teeth as she spoke, then glanced at the patient who had been helped to sit up and was struggling to drink water. Slightly calming down, she tentatively asked Leon, "Your Excellency, the miraculous spell you just cast, can it strip away the viral agents causing the respiratory illness?"
Leon sighed, nodding as he explained the now obvious truth.
"In the place where I live, this thing doesn’t have such a terrifying name, nor is it a virus. Spellcasters like myself refer to that basic element as ’Magic Element’. It is the essential energy almost all life in my world relies on for survival.
So, I can’t heal the so-called respiratory disease because it’s not a disease... To force an analogy, your current situation is like an aquatic creature thrown onto land unable to breathe, or conversely, a land creature thrown into deep water."
Hearing Leon’s explanation, Rousseau was stunned into silence, falling into deep thought.
Leon patiently waited for them to digest his words, while also observing the chests and abdomens of the survivors around.
If not mistaken, these very few survivors who could somewhat adapt to the Magic Element likely had their internal organs undergo mutations similar to those in his own body, enabling them to absorb Magic Element energy.
And those tens of thousands of struggling, ill remnants who hadn’t died in the past three years should be the ones who couldn’t evolve in the intense physical mutations.
But compared to the billions of kin who died in the early days when this plane became filled with the Magic Element, whether it was the tens of thousands barely holding on or the mere few thousand individuals who adapted, they were all immensely lucky.
(In Tasa Language) "Damn Blood Clan, damn Alien Cult, it must be them spreading this damn Magic Element into this world!"
The female officer lowered her eyes angrily, tightly clenching her fists.
Suddenly realizing something, she quickly looked at Leon.