Gold-rank scouts noticed the noise—but when they approached to intervene, their own thoughts grew… hazy.
One young woman named Malisha, a Gold-rank spear wielder, looked at her squadmate and flushed with sudden heat. Her breathing quickened. The tension in her limbs didn't feel like alertness—it felt like want. She blinked and stumbled backward, ashamed.
But the virus was spreading. From one to another, taking root in their soul and blooming.
In the Western Bastion area, a group of King-rank Tamers were meditating when a strange fever crept into their minds. Lust. Greed. The feeling that their companions were hiding treasures, hoarding monsters, stealing credit. Whispered delusions slithered into their ears like silken threads.
Arguments broke out. Spells flared.
Three hours later… chaos was simmering on the edges of every camp.
The virus had grown, thriving off psychic discord. It no longer needed Minera's control to adapt.
