Everything in this improvised first-aid station is, well, improvised. So are the sitting areas. Iskandar has just finished clearing one bench when he sees a young boy stumbling into the medical station gripping his jaw with a bloody hand.

"Hold it like that, kid! I'll be right there with you!"

Iskandar turns around and grabs a young-looking Witch in a bloody apron. He points to the boy and she just nods. The fact that he knows a couple of healing spells doesn't make a healer out of him. His strength, apart from the physical, lies in directing all those experts so their skills are best utilized.

"Hello there, young gentleman. I am Lyssa. Come closer, dear, and let us take a look," the Witch says with a smile.

Whatever is the source of this mist it hits indiscriminately. Witches, monsters, humans, children, elders. Few are immune. There seems to be no rule who gets affected and who does not.

But it's always worst with the young ones.