With a high-ranking priest and a divine construct embodying the essence of Netheril arcane arts here, there was no way anything could happen to Rist and Isabella.
Under a fourth-tier divine spell, "Remove Curse," and a third-tier divine spell, "Cure Disease," they quickly regained consciousness. Though still weak, they were no longer in danger of dying. All they needed now was a little antidote and some time to recuperate, and they would basically be fine.
"An alchemically synthesized plague with undead-ification effects, as well as toxic and disease properties. A classic magical plague," Scarlett, as something of a semi-professional, quickly gave her answer.
Violette summed it up at last. "A plague potion from the undead sequence, used to create plagues and undead."
"Fuck, those vampires really dared to pull this?" The moment Solam heard that, he knew the vampires were definitely involved. But in the territory controlled by the Church of the Three Gods, in the capital of Toussaint, they had pulled something like this?
And it was this absolutely forbidden undead plague potion. The vampires were determined to go to war with the Church of the Three Gods.
Then Solam realized that even if they had not done this, the Church of the Three Gods did not seem likely to spare the vampires anyway. So it made no difference.
"What happened to me?" It took Rist a while after waking up to finally regain his senses. He only felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and he could not remember at all what had happened to him.
"Rist!" Isabella was in much better shape than her brother. She had only just been infected, so her condition had been far milder. The moment she saw Rist begin to speak, she rushed over without a word and hugged her