The Sylphyros Kingdom was a contrast to the cold, jagged mountains of Zephyros or the heavy stone walls of Solaris. It was a kingdom built deeply into the heart of a massive, ancient forest. The palaces were crafted from skewering, living trees and pale white marble, blending nature and elegant architecture into a beautiful, sprawling city.
But right now, the beauty of the forest was lost on Soltheia. She stood inside the grand Royal Infirmary of Sylphyros, her sleeves rolled up past her elbows. The room smelled strongly of crushed bitter herbs, clean linen, and copper blood.
Lying on the wooden cot in front of her was a seasoned royal guard. A Mana Aberration had brutally slashed his chest during their journey back to the capital two days ago. The wound was infected with a lingering, toxic black mist that refused to heal naturally. The dark magic was eating away at the man's healthy flesh.
