An epidemic of an unknown disease has begun in the kingdom. People suffering from this quickly lost weight, it became difficult for them to breathe and move. Also, their skin became brittle and cracked from any touch.

Even King Arthur's son was not spared this disease. The doctors just threw up their hands, saying that it was incurable and the poor prince was in danger of death.

The king went to the Irminsul tree in despair. It took him weeks to get there... He prayed to the god of nature and life to rid his kingdom of this disease.

Oh, Lord... I'm begging you. Help the poor people. In return, you can take my life, but please... help them... He prayed on his knees.