Unwavering Loyalty

Rosalind's gaze hardened as she studied the wretched figure before her.

The young soldier, a mere shadow of his former self, lay motionless on the bed inside the infirmary. His labored breaths filled the air, a haunting reminder of the dire situation they found themselves in.

She had seen the effects of the affliction spreading through their ranks, twisting healthy men and women into tormented beings. The sickness seemed to defy all logic, its origins shrouded in darkness. Rosalind's heart clenched with a mixture of compassion and determination. She knew what was coming next.

These people would soon transform into demon-like creatures and lose their humanity. It would be catastrophic!

She sighed and looked at the other figure on the other bed.