Your plants and crops drain of color, droop, and turn to dust, but after them follows everything that stands upon the earth, you included. People are wasting away into nothingness in front of your eyes, their will to live lost.

You can feel a slowness setting into your limbs, a malaise making every action take more effort, a weariness at the struggle of remaining in the world. Soon, it will overtake you, too—if you don't do something to stop it.

Requires help from: the Priest