In the southern region of Great Yan, at the banks of the Heavenly Barrier River, on the southern shore.
In a not-so-small ferry port, where crowds used to bustle from north to south, people now stood in a wide circle, pointing and whispering at three figures in the center.
Everyone's face bore an indescribable look of horror and fear.
In the oppressive air hung whispered fragments like "purple-black... spots... rat plague..."—words of terror.
For the common folk, it seemed that even uttering them aloud was a taboo that could invite disaster.
In the middle of the cleared space, which no one dared approach,
a frail-looking Scholar, whose body was covered in blotches due to a high fever that wouldn't subside, had started uttering unintelligible delirium.
The situation was extremely dire.
