More than three hundred million people died from Smallpox, as far as Sylvester remembered. He didn't know what this disease was, but it looked similar. The small pimples all over the body were not very pleasing to the eye, and death was inevitable once it was contracted.
There were mothers beside their little children. Both inflicted the same misery. There were orphans, and old people, without anybody to care for them. Bright mothers were kept away, for they, too, were at risk. Only the wizards could go close to them. But, sadly, there were not enough wizards in the Sorrow Kingdom.
The entire hall where the prayer for Solis was held was now a hall of death. Those who came there were damned to die a horribly painful death.
