When he'd finished reading Nathan's explanation, Ara's heart plummeted. The infection had already passed to everyone in here, right down to those who had scarcely come near the sick ones. And there was no cure.
No cure. Those words echoed in Ara's mind like the last rings of a giant bell tolling. They were all doomed. It was too late.
Suddenly all the strength sapped out of the Halfborn's limbs and he sank to his knees, in too much shock to notice the bolts of pain from his leg and elbow. He felt like a ton of bricks had just been emptied on top of him.
No cure. The virus would kill them. One by one it would kill them all.
And there was nothing he could do to stop it.