Using this wisp of aura as a blueprint, he analyzed the plague's structure layer by layer—the physical layer, the energy layer, the soul layer—peeling them apart one by one like an onion.
In the early hours of the third day, he succeeded.
The antidote was a vial of pale gray liquid. It neither glowed nor gave off heat, and looked no different from ordinary water, yet its composition was extraordinarily complex—it contained the purifying power of creation, reverse coding from the plague's origin, and the stabilizing energy of the Silver Cube.
Clayton placed it into an analyzer for testing. The data met every requirement perfectly.
"It's done." He let out a breath.
Layla stepped forward and looked at the vial. "How do we use it?"
"Atomize it and disperse it throughout the entire world. Once humans inhale it, the plague can be cured. Their wounds will stop festering, rotten flesh will fall away, new flesh will grow, and soul erosion will be repaired as well." Clayton paused. "But it will take time. Some people have been festering for too long—their recovery may take months, or even years."
Layla took the liquid and loaded it into an atomizer.
It was a circular metal device Clayton had prepared in advance, with more than a dozen nozzles at the top.
She poured in the liquid and pressed the switch.
The atomizer emitted a low hum. Pale gray mist flowed from the nozzles, fine and gentle as morning fog. It rose into the air, scattered on the wind, and surged in every direction.
Layla led a team in loading more antidote liquid into atomizers, activating them simultaneously throughout the safe zone.
Mist poured out from the safe zone, spreading across the plains, across the rifts, toward Angel City, toward Demon City, toward the entire