The light of the Purification Skill, accompanied by the Mage's Hand, blossomed and slowly immersed into the bodies of all the patients.
As time progressed, the patients Hilia faced became more severe.
The people lying on the stretchers in front of her were all tightly bound.
Many had fallen unconscious, but a few were still aware.
They were twisting their bodies, trying to break free from the ropes.
Their eyes were bloodshot, wildly gazing at everything around them, like zombies wanting to bite.
Their condition was even more severe than that of the cultists who had wandered for three years.
Fortunately, the contamination had not been in their bodies for long. After purification, they wouldn't be as close to death as the cultists, nor as short-lived.
If the cultists were like smokers who had smoked for thirty years, these people were akin to nonsmokers who accidentally inhaled sixty cigarettes in one breath.
