Anxiety surged within me as I surveyed the expectant faces in the crowd. Nearly five hundred strong, the assembly comprised of the crippled, the terminally ill, and an assortment of deformed individuals. My hands twitched towards the cowl of my cloak as I stood before them, but I forced them to remain at my sides. Sylvus raised his hand, commanding the attention of the gathering.
"You have been gathered here today to assist the Fate Hero in perfecting her magic. As has been explained to you, she will attempt to heal the maladies that afflict you, regardless of their severity or scale. While her powers are miraculous, we give no promise that you will be restored to full health. Those who wish to participate will be expected to treat her kindly and with respect, even if the outcome is not as you desire. Any transgressions will be dealt with severely."
