The Sylvan Fay
Everything was wrong in Talaz Lagaar, in so many ways. No matter what anyone did, no matter how many specialists were brought into the Mechanical City, progress towards a cure to this plague seemed to be moving at a snail's pace. The longer people stayed in Talaz Lagaar, the more they suffered. Even outsiders such as herself who had travelled to Talaz Lagaar to help could feel the impact on their bodies. Atani could feel it in her blood. The way the mana didn't flow just right, how it took slightly more effort to cast spells. But there were those who were sicker. Much sicker. And without a cure, there was only so much they could do for everyone. There was only so much she could do. There was an assortment of magic spells, experimental drugs, herbal remedies... but it was not a one size fits all type of deal.