Outside the Void Pit.
A makeshift medical station has been constructed around the edge of the pit.
A stairway has been painstakingly dug through the muddy stone platform leading to the pit below.
Night Watchers constantly rush up and down these stairs, carrying makeshift stretchers.
"Quick, quick, quick, an Elf has had his Spirit suddenly eroded by the Void outbreak."
A Night Watcher, accompanied by an Elf, hastily carries a stretcher up.
Lululuse quickly approaches, assisting another Elf in taking the stretcher.
They carry it into a nearby tent.
An Elf physician opens the eyes of the unconscious Elf, inspecting the emerald pupils.
The whites have already been taken over by purplish veins, clearly visible around the blood vessels on his neck.
"Damn it, the erosion is quite deep; he needs a good rest. It seems he won't be able to fight anytime soon."
He marks the wrist with special vines.
