Horace returned to Leyndell. In his study, piled high with ancient books and scrolls, he spread out every record he could find.
The Frenzied Flame was the fire of chaos. Frenzied Flame sickness was neither a curse nor a disease. Horace felt it resembled the erosion and contamination of a Lovecraftian Outer God, something difficult to reverse.
He tried True Magic first.
The Carian Royal Family's spell [Tranquilize] could reduce madness buildup. Horace tried it on Hassan.
Hassan shuddered. The lingering yellow light in his eyes really did seem to dim a little, and the exhaustion and tension on his face eased slightly as well.
"My head feels a little cooler," Hassan reported truthfully.
Horace recorded the result: "Some effect."
But just one day later, that yellow light stubbornly reappeared. True Magic could only alleviate the surface symptoms, not reach the root.
This route was a dead end. (I know people will be posting memes here.)
Horace turned his attention to herbs. He recalled the game's Frenzy-Flaming Moss, Yelough Fruit, Dewkissed Herba... It seemed those were the ingredients used.
He used his authority and connections, sparing no expense, and soon gathered a small batch.
Using the ingredients he remembered, he tried mixing it himself.
In the end, he produced "Frenzy-Flaming Moss." Although it differed somewhat from the game, he gave it that name for now.
He summoned Hassan again.
The bitter taste made Hassan's entire face scrunch up.
But soon, the yellow light in his eyes subsided at a visible pace, until only a barely perceptible glimmer remained in the deepest part of his pupils.
Hassan's breathing steadied, and his perpetually tense shoulders relaxed.
"My lord... this medicine... it works!" Hassan's voice was filled with incredulous delight.
Horace observed him carefully for three days.
"Although it treats the symptoms rather