The Black Death (3)

The plague spread, and the streets died.

Every neglected alley overflowed with trash.

Magic beasts born from the Black Death crawled out.

You could at least kill magic beasts physically, but there was nothing you could do to the Black Death.

The Gallery trembled in terror before a disease that turned the entire body black and killed its victims in agony.

“Kieeek!”

“Senior, there’s one here too.”

“There sure are a lot of them.”

That was how things were until the Gallery doctors—in other words, the plague doctors—appeared.

-Crack...