Chapter XXXIII: Distortions

[illusivetactics]

And so ends another brief venture into one world's collapse and consumption. What was that strange, dream-like mirage, the rift in sense and form, if nothing resembling the void we had known before?

If was not the darkness, and not the essence naught, perhaps it was yet another embodiment the primal chaos herself. Something, not nothing, but

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[voice]

[starblessed]

That place was ill. Very deeply ill. Not just the bodies, the very land and air itself was thick with sickness. I've felt that before, inside the Ghostfence, and I wouldn't be surprised if people have contracted whatever it is.

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[illusivetactics]

If we are unable to purge its taint entirely, is there any way to contain such a sickness? Erect another ghostfence?

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[starblessed]

The Ghostfence is a literal fence, massive, about three stories tall and made of magic, created with the god Vivec's assistance.

I seriously doubt our ability to create another one. I think we will have to resort to more mundane solutions.

[voice]

[illusivetactics]

I see. Impossible to construct given our resources, unless perhaps the God of Toils would lend his hand...but I have not heard from them since the nonsense over bubble-trinkets.

We need to speak with the learned healers and doctors.

[thinkin_man]

I've managed to take with me some ammunition.

We do need to decontaminate and contain the disease. People are getting sick.

[illusivetactics]

There have been signs of several taking ill...Ventus, Xion. Do you know of anyone else?

[thinkin_man]

Sinclair, Atlas, Grace, and I are all showing some symptoms.

[illusivetactics]

The ADAM has no effect?