When the testing of the fruit came back, Edwin had felt a gut-wrenching feeling. Someone had tried to poison his children. A fellow necromancer, the fruits were soaked with the poisonous mana. It was somewhat dulled and would make one have black plague-like symptoms.
People with such symptoms got the cleaners called on them. There was a vaccine, but anti-vaxxers were not given any leeway. You either got the vaccine or you got killed. There was no middle ground.
"What types of vaccinations did you three have?" Edwin's voice was wavering, and he was shaking. What if the proximity to the mana was the only thing needed? Would he lose his children again?
"Almost everything, bar chickenpox and polio," Ben said. Edwin began picking up coats and hats and handing them out to the children.
"We are going to the clinic now. And I am getting you tested for allergies. I should have done so when I adopted you all, but…"
