Gideon
Screaming, crying and shouting were all that filled the dark isolation rooms.
Six beds are sectioned in two rows, separated by thick plastic dividers to create small rooms around each patient.
One side of the room had been left alone, the madness allowed to spread unhindered and tracked. The other was monitored and given small doses of Elf's essence, keeping them sane enough that we could question them and gain accurate records of how it affected them mentally and psychically.
So far, we had learned very little. It moved through the blood like a virus, killing the white blood cells that held magic and taking their place in the body. The skin showed almost a rot in those affected, smaller and harder to detect on those we'd kept on a regime, but those we had left it almost cov
