The church was not far from the village hall.
Beyond the buildings on the hill, a dome rose in a circular shape.
It was said that patients in critical condition had gathered there.
We couldn't afford to delay even for a moment, so we hastened our steps.
However, an unexpected obstacle blocked our path.
"Oh, Saint, Saint."
"Please heal us too!"
"Saint Victor, tend to the sick."
The street that had been empty just a while ago was now filled with cursed plague patients.
Their condition was worse than those we saw at the hall.
It was commonplace to see limbs mutilated, and some individuals struggled to breathe because their faces had collapsed.
People who had been lying at home waiting for death suddenly came to life and rushed towards us, their eyes ablaze.
Infected individuals used their arms to crawl forward, and those too weak even for that rolled on the ground in an effort to approach us.
