I have been thinking...trying to understand...the Agrint plague.

It cannot be stopped...cannot be cured. I am the only one...to be saved. But...at such a cost....

Player: "Let us help. We can look into it."

Yes. Daevas have...learned much about the Elim already. Perhaps they...are best positioned to cure this...condition.

Take this, Daeva. It is my very...essence. It has been changed by the plague. We must...know why.

Mirka in the Alsig Village has...helped us before. Maybe she can help us...again.

Player: Accept.

Thank you, Daeva.

You must...persuade her to help. This plague is unlike...any other, and we must...find out how it works.

Player: "I understand. I'll do all I can."

Yes Player? What is it?

Player: "The Elim want you to examine this..."

What? So one of the Agrint's turned back into an Elim? I'll have to send this sample up to Pandaemonium straight away.

And poor Magni! He's in terrible pain, and can do nothing but watch as the other Elim are decimated.

You have done well, Player. We'll get this looked into as a matter of urgency.