“I see things have gone down south in my absence.”

Salvatio adjusts his plague mask as he walks down the dead trail, entering the village plagued by sickness and death when it was once bustling with people. A market, it once was, a very popular one centuries ago; it’s unfortunate what the plague has reduced it to. A dead town, filled with the stench of death and illness. However, it’s his… duty to aid them. Being the Angel of Health, a title gifted by the King himself when he was sent away to aid the prince— of course, that’s before he was backstabbed by the King, and casted away as a disgrace to humanity.

Now, he is a beacon when life starts to fall. The light that will counter this plague that claims the lives of hundreds in this kingdom. Salvatio looks around the town, eyebrows raising beneath the mask. “It is fortunate that I’ve arrived in time, no?”