Previously: Kevin finally found Sibby inside of the country of Tiqr. The Siberian had been fighting off some of the invading armies, but Tiqr had constantly been giving up ground. Kevin agreed to help after both seeing how unjust the war was with his own eyes and being asked by Sibby. Pixel launched a devastating display of 'magical' prowess, where he launched missiles at all twelve invading armies at once. Nerrhavia's Fallen retaliated with a tier 7 magic spell, and then sent a Djinni to kill him after that failed. Pixel killed the Djinni by offering it to his [Thread of Fate] skill, and then proceeded to systematically wipe out the leaders of Nerrhavia Fallen's armies with the help of Sibby.

I looked at the vast army of Nerrhavia's Fallen as it slowly retreated.

Less vast now.

I felt Sibby's weight settle on my shoulders as she summoned herself on my back with her arms wrapped around my neck. "I'm bored."

It was still so strange for Sibby to be talking out loud. It was also strange how she'd started to unsummon and then re-summon herself as a kind of teleportation. Still, it was good to have her at my side again.

I reached up and took one of her hands. "Already? Haven't you had enough excitement for a good, long time?"

"Yeah..." She nuzzled my neck and I was certain she was thinking about eating one of my ears again. "But not with you! It was so much fun working together again."

"True." I nodded. "It would've been significantly harder to drive Nerrhavia's Fallen off without your help, Sibby. I could bomb them for days and days and only rack up the body count. It was your investigating that broke them."

"I like investigating! I would've tried killing off their leaders before, but they all have, like, this stupid magical shield around them. William said it was probably because of other assassins." Her voice perked up. "But, if I find them, and use your bombs to blow them up, then everyone thinks that it was because of you!"

"Yeah..." And isn't that going to be a headache in the future? I already had my burnt-out scrying orb inside of a custom Communication Cube I'd made. The artifact was broken, but it still could, mostly, work. At least enough to connect to the scrying network and to draw in Message spells. By using it as a core, I could let my cube handle keeping me off the grid.

I suspected that other famous people did similar things. I should probably ask one of the Archmages when I have the time.

"So... what are we doing next?"

"Well..." I checked my status. "First, I need you to eat my hand again. I need to bleed off some more mana." I focused on concentrating my magical power inside my appendage. I think I was physically clean of any mana-toxicity, but I figured it was best to keep my mana levels down while I still had any 'Oversaturated' debuffs.

"Yum!" Sibby slinked off my back and gripped my right hand with both of hers. 'This is delicious, but I'll want some more variety... eventually.' She took a bite.

*Error! Gamer's Body negated.

"Well, you can probably just tear off my hand and I can use it to Craft something else for some variety." She might have to eat it immediately if it still wound up containing mana. I couldn't Inventory magical items without a small upkeep cost.

While it was small, it still hurt. Pain was the body's way of telling you something was wrong - as Riley had repeatedly told me. While I didn't feel physical pain anymore, that was fine, as my body regenerated from most everything.

Spiritual pain, however, was something to be avoided. So, no magic. Not until I healed, which probably would take a while.

'What are you thinking about?' Sibby asked as she continued to eat.

"Oh, just about the things I have that I can't put inside my Inventory."

'Like what?'

"Well, any food-" Actually, I should test that first. I'd been able to Inventory my hand after getting it removed at Wistram. That either meant it was okay to Inventory my own body parts regardless of if they had mana, or that mana vacated detached limbs quickly. No idea what that implied for Crafted food. "Nevermind. There's my bag of holding, my scrying orb, my broken scrying orb, mana potions - if I had any left, and... the doll."

[Re-Weaving Effigy

Single use. Re-directs target.]

I know I'd just said 'no magic', but I felt justified in spending the mana for an Observe on the strange, cloth doll that had appeared out of mid-air. It didn't feel... hostile. In fact, I somehow knew it was a gift. A gift for the life of the Djinni I'd sacrificed.

I... didn't know how I felt about that.

'That's not so much stuff to have to carry around.' Sibby finished one finger and started on the next.

"Yeah. I can put them in the bag." And keep an eye out for [Pickpockets]. "But I do need to keep the scrying blocker out anyways." I let out a sigh. "Small problems. There are bigger things we need to worry about."

'Like what?'

"Roshal."

'Hm?'

"If they gave you so much trouble, then they could actually have done something to Riley."

'You think?!'

**Sibby is angry.

"No... but it's a possibility. One I can't ignore." I shrugged. "Besides, I know for a fact that at least one Earther has been captured by someone who tricked others into given them their names. Roshal seems like the obvious target. Even if they aren't, anyone who appeared there would almost certainly wind up a [Slave]. And even if that hasn't happened... I'd still kill them all for what they did to you!"

'Aw!'

I also feel obligated to do something about them myself. I don't know if I'd risk upsetting one of this world's major powers if I hadn't been personally involved. Actually, scratch that, it wasn't just upsetting one of them. Lots of countries practiced slavery here. Openly attacking Roshal would put me on their shit list, and might endanger any Earthers living there.

Probably not, my appearance should only be a message that people from Earth would get, but...

A [Slave] would provide that information if asked. Heck, they might even volunteer it for better treatment. Not that I could blame them if they did.

"I don't think I can mount a one-man-war on them. Not only would I lose against strategic magical assets, which apparently Roshal has a lot of, but I need to keep my involvement subtle."

Or... not subtle, just not linked to 'Pixel'. Hmmm...

'Laila might not want to go with us to Roshal. She didn't like it there.'

I blinked. "That's right. I still haven't met your friend. Let's go do that."

'Later. Eating now.'

...

I stared at the blighted area around the ruins of my first tower. While Sibby was tracking Laila down, I might as well look at one of the issues close at hand that I theoretically might be able to fix.

How?

I had no idea.

Actually, scratch that. I had one idea, but even if we disregarded how good or bad eating the... stuff would be for Sibby, it would take far too long for her to consume the blighted area. It was hundreds of feet wide. Even if she ate constantly day and night...

Yeah. That's not going to work.

I had no good ideas.

I wasn't about to try and Power Drain the thing. That was just asking for trouble. Even if I could drain the effect, what would I do with it? Offer it to my new [Thread of Fate] Skill? Could I even do that?

I wondered if I could sacrifice mana to it like I'd done with the version I'd been gifted before? It seemed likely, but I wasn't going to experiment with injecting mana into things until I was healed. That left... what exactly?

I could blow it up? But I don't think that would destroy it. Worst, this stuff might be the magical equivalent of radiation. Spreading it around would be... bad.

Probably.

I assumed.

It certainly hadn't done any favors to the grass that had been in the zone. Most of it was dead. The stalks that weren't seemed to seethe at me as they reached out to grab things outside of the affected area.

Fire? Fire was usually a good idea for stuff like this... but you couldn't burn radiation.

Lead? If I could find a lead mine, I could Craft a huge box and... shovel the dirt into it using force fields?

Yeah... no. I couldn't transport something that heavy. I supposed I could get someone to help me, but I think that Nsiia and the rest of Tiqr have their hands full right now. While I'd been focusing on Nerrhavia's Fallen army, Tiqr's forces had mobilized against the other nation's forces that had also refused to retreat: Savere.

Once Sibby gets back, we should go speak with Nsiia and offer our help...

I sighed. I hated speaking with people. While I'd gotten pretty good at it over the years, I was still, at heart, an introverted loner.

Except for Riley, Sibby, and Panda of course.

But, that did raise a good point. While I wanted to help with the blighted area, especially since I felt some personal responsibility for it existing in the first place, I wasn't alone. I should talk to Nsiia before doing anything.

Furthermore, I had people in Wistram I could consult.

None of the Archmages were happy with my decision to fight for Tiqr, but they should still be friendly towards me. Or at least, friendly-ish.

...

"You needn't ask the Archmages about the Blight." Cognita spoke to my image, while Aaron stood off to the side with a pensive expression.

"And why's that?"

"None of them have ever been to the Blighted Kingdom."

"Where's that?" Aaron asked.

"The continent of Rhir. The land where Demons and the Blighted Kingdom wage an eternal war."

I frowned. "What does that have to do with the spell cast by Nerrhavia's Fallen? 'Blight' is a general term. The two are not necessarily related."

"Perhaps." She replied. "But the name of the spell leaves little doubt of its origin. '[Blighted Bolt of the Forsaken Lands]' may have originated from either the Demons or the [Mages] of the Blighted Kingdom, but it most assuredly was created on Rhir."

"Well..." I paused to consider this new information. "That's good news, right? They must have a way to counter it."

"They do not." Cognita's gaze grew distant. "The Demons suffer from the blight. Their enemies do as well. Both sides still manage to live." She turned to stare at me. "There might be special techniques or Classes that the Blighted Kingdom knows of, but removing it?" She shook her head. "No."

"And none of the Archmages ever went there to study it?"

"To study? No." Cognita closed her eyes and bowed her head. "Zelkyr went, and I followed, but it was for war. Not study. No Archmages, of the Class or title have gone since that excursion."

"I see..." I tapped my foot. "Then this is an opportunity."

"What?" "What?" Two voices asked incredulously at the same time.

I shrugged. "If people live there, then it must not be too dangerous. [Mages] haven't studied the Blight, because doing so would mean going into a war zone. The Blighted Kingdom might know... but that's something for Tiqr to negotiate if that's the case. But..." I smirked under my helmet. "Other [Mages], like those from Wistram, may wish to study it without having to go to Rhir."

"Hmpf." Cognita crossed her arms. "You may be correct about them not wanting to go to Rhir, but you cannot possibly claim that Tiqr is not also currently a war zone."

"She has a point." Aaron added. "It's sorta the, uhm, biggest war going on right now."

"The armies are retreating." For the most part.

"That is not the same thing as the war being over." Cognita shook her head. "Nerrhavia's Fallen has more than one [General] and more than one army."

I scowled. "I don't want to kill more people." Or more Djinni, but hopefully I won't be asked to duplicate that feat any time soon. If I do, however, I'll lead with Juggernaut. That should work best.

"Unless you can persuade the [Queen] to stop, you may have to. I don't think any number of deaths will convince her."

Right... I would have to get an audience with her to do that.

Something to worry about later.

"Thank you, Cognita." I bowed to her. "If the 'blight' isn't going to spread or be a cause of harm outside of where it currently is, then it can wait."

"Of course, Pixel." She nodded at me. "I am glad to share my knowledge about it."

I turned to Aaron. "Thank you for accommodating me again, BlackMage."

"So... you don't want to see the Archmages?"

"No." I shook my head. "Not at this time. I have... much to do still."

"Of course, goodbye, Pixel."

"Yeah, take care."

...

I opened my eyes as I broke off the connection to my Communication Cube.

Right. So, what's next? I really should make an actual list. There are just too many things.

I sighed.

This was why I only worried about problems in front of me. Too many things pulling me in too many directions left be feeling... stressed in an odd way that didn't trigger Gamer's Mind. But, what was I going to do? Ignore all of it?

I shook my head. No. I had to help, but I needed to... prioritize. Start with the closest problems and work from there. In fact, speaking with [Queen] Nsiia again should be the first step. Let her tell me what things were actually problems that needed my intervention.

Wait... she was an [Empress], not a [Queen]... right? That seems like one of those important details that someone could get very upset about not getting correct. What had I called her when we'd met?

Sibby suddenly appeared next to me.

'Kevin! I found Laila! She's not doing good! It took me a while because she wasn't where she normally was. She got this small little shack to live in. It's not much, but she said she prefers it to being in a better place with more people. That's strange, but I guess her claws aren't as pretty as mine, so I guess I kinda get it. Anyways, I found her, but I wound up having to do some investigating. I went to the runner place that she started working at and followed some people. They're super busy, but so is everyone else. Well, not everyone else. All the people that ran away from the armies are just milling about. I guess there's nothing for them to do, huh? Anyways, this one girl eventually asked about Laila, and a guy said she was 'under the weather', which is odd. We're all under the weather, aren't we? You would have to fly above the clouds to be over the weather.'

"So you found her?"

'Yeah! She was at her house. Well, not a house. Like I said, it's more of a shack. She was there and she was asleep. I had to nudge her a bunch to get her to wake up. Then I had a thought. I wanted to bring her here to you, but I could bring you there to her instead! So, I started to run back. Then I had another thought! What if I just unsummoned myself and reformed next to you? Since I can summon myself now, that seemed like a much quicker way!' Sibby paused and frowned. 'I didn't like it. It felt like cheating. But it WAS quicker!'

"Take me to her." If Laila was injured, I should be able to heal her easily enough. "Actually, if you can effectively teleport to me, then..."

I looked in the direction of the city. The next moment I was on top of a distant hill that had been on the horizon. Sibby appeared next to me, and then I teleported again.

...

Oliphant was crowded, but less so than when I'd first come here. The surrounding mass of refugees were already turning around and following Tiqr's [Soldiers] as they, in turn, advanced on the retreating armies.

Some were retreating faster than others. I hoped I wouldn't have to kill any more people to get them to actually leave. The last thing I wanted was for the armies to split apart and start practicing guerrilla warfare.

But... that wasn't my problem. Except that I still felt responsible.

I pushed the thought from my mind as Sibby guided me through the crowds. I wasn't wearing my armor, so people weren't paying attention. Well, some were, but that was because Sibby was dressed in her usual lack of clothing.

"She's in here." Sibby stopped in the shanty town that had sprung up around the capital city. It was clearly meant to be quick and temporary shelter. Indeed, parts of it were being disassembled and packed up as the more adventurous groups left the relative safety of Oliphant.

Inside, there was a woman I'd met before. So it HAD been the same Laila. I blamed Sibby for not, you know, giving me a good description of her. How hard was it to say that she had claws and a maw of long, sharp teeth?

Then again, Sibby wasn't the type of person to call someone 'monstrous', and she had mentioned 'claws', but I'd assumed she meant claws like the Siberian had. You know... long fingernails, not spikes of bone that protruded from the tips of her fingers.

"Long way down..." Laila muttered.

"She keeps saying that." Sibby frowned. "I don't know what's wrong."

"Here. Let me." I stepped closer and Observed her.

[Humanoid]

I rolled my eyes. Good job, Optimize. Real specific. I knew I shouldn't spend mana... but Laila was important to Sibby. Besides, it wouldn't kill me.

Probably.

My insides ached a little more as the small amount of magical energy that Optimize needed to analyze Laila was pulled away and into Observe.

[Laila Yosef
Stitch Selphid 7
Runner 4

Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Stringfolk - Lifethread
Faction: Tiqr
Origin: The Grand Design of Isthekenous.

Laila grew up in the village of Lagom in the Bitv Underlands. Her mother and father were two Hemp Stitchfolk, but they'd managed to save enough money to provide their child a better life. A life as a Cotton. With smooth skin, and a bright smile, Laila was a happy child and loved.

When she was six years old, [Bandits] raided her village. They killed and pillaged - and then stayed. This uncommon behavior was because they'd been hired by Velia - a [Slave Lord] from Roshal, whose caravan followed behind them. A mock battle ensued and the [Bandits] were driven away, but they took all of the people of Lagom's food, animals, weapons, and everything else of value.

Velia offered to sell Lagom what they needed to survive. Some of the surviving village members agreed to sell themselves into slavery to save the rest. Unfortunately for Laila, she was a Cotton, and Velia wanted her.

Laila's parent's objected, and offered themselves, but Lagom's [Eye For Potential] valued Laila highly. The [Slave Lord] demanded Laila as a non-negotiable requirement for the sale. Faced with the deaths of everyone, including Laila, her parents agreed.

Velia sold Lagom the supplies her [Bandits] had raided from the previous village, and set out to continue to provide relief from the problems that she'd created.

Laila spent the following years being trained, abused, and sold from one [Slaver] to the next - until she caught the eye of Riqre'ma Medaale. The Emir bought her and subjected her and countless other [Slaves] to tortures designed to twist their bodies and minds.

Laila was one of his successes. She was not the only one to get the [Flayed Slave] class, but she WAS the only one to get the [Lifethread Detachment] skill. This allowed her to remove the core of her being just enough so it wasn't damaged by having the skin on her head removed. It was a marvelous Skill for a Stitchfolk that would allow them to replace and modify the one thing they couldn't naturally.

While this let her survive Riqre's experiments where the other subjects died, it also meant she got his personal attention. In time, and with no further successes or understanding of how to replicate Laila's Skill, Riqre grew bored. He sold Laila to Zehia Maquet.

Laila lived with Zehia as a bed slave. It was a far better position than most, as Zehia kept Laila for herself and didn't offer her to others - as most bed slaves were. However, Zehia did order Laila to take on the appearance of famous people from around the world. While [Lifethread Detachment] kept her from dying from such a thing, it was still painful and scary - for Stitchfolk harbor a primal fear of damage to their heads, the same way that they fear fire.

Then, one day, Riqre'ma Medaale returned. His arrival seemed innocuous at first, but behind the scenes he was plotting to get Laila back. His plans culminated with Laila being his property again, along with a newly formed Djinni, and with Zehia captured under false charges.

Laila endured tortures under Riqre's hands again, but the Djinni - Sibby - stepped in to help. Sibby eased Laila's pain and provided moral support. Sibby's aid let Laila use her rare skill more easily, and things look better. Then Zehia tried to kill Riqre.

She failed and was turned into a [Carrion Eater] at his hands. Laila's death was used as a punishment for Sibby, and her head was bitten off by Zehia. However, Laila was able to move her Lifethreat away from her head and into Zehia's body, where she gained the [Stitch Selphid] class.

Due to Zehia's mental turmoil, Laila had control of the body and escaped with Sibby. They fled across the continent before finally settling in Tiqr. During the war, Laila became a [Runner] to try and do her part. An unfortunate encounter saw Zehia's consciousness stir, but also made the urges of the blood class increase.

Laila tried to help Zehia and calm the urges, but she failed.

Debuffs:
Delusions
Mind-Link
Cannibalism
Bloodlust]

[Zehia Maquet
Assassin of Revenge 41
Painter of Solitude 12
Carrion Eater 7

Gender: Female
Age: 32
Race: Stringfolk - Silk
Faction: n/a
Origin: The Grand Design of Isthekenous.

Zehia grew up in Lailight Scintillation the capital city of Roshal. Her mother and father were two Cotton Stitchfolk, but they'd managed to save enough money to provide their child a better life. A life as a Silk. With flawless skin, and a brilliant smile, Zehia was a happy child and loved.

Her rich [Merchant] parents doted on Zehia and even bought her a best friend: Barei.

Barei was a Human girl the same age as Zehia. The two played together and Barei accompanied Zehia everywhere. For years they grew up side by side with Barei even accompanying Zehia to school and learning a great many things second-hand. Zehia became a [Painter] at a young age. Her favorite subject to draw was Barei.

Then, when she was twelve years old, Zehia woke up to Barei stabbing her in the neck. The cut was shallow, either due to Barei's hesitation or her lack of understanding Stitchfolk. Zehia scrambled away, but Barei kept attacking with her dagger. Zehia's pleas fell on deaf ears, but she was a Silk Stitchfolk. Even injured, she was far more graceful and agile than a Human teenager.

She managed to escape.

Her parents weren't so lucky.

They had inadvertently angered the Emir Yazdil Achakhei. Operatives had come to their house that night and removed the collars of all their [Slaves], armed them, and told them that they needed to personally kill their masters if they wished to be free of the Class.

That was a lie, and the [Slaves] were captured and executed as soon as they exited the house.

Her parent's assets were ceased by the guards. Zehia happened to overhear one of them discussing how much she would sell for, and ran and hid. Homelessness was not allowed in Lailight Scintillation. Those without a place to stay quickly found one inside of a slave pen.

Zehia went to the marketplace to seek friends of her parents, but was accosted by a gang. The leader of the gang was a boy no older than she was, and he offered her a place to stay. Ladke was smart and handsome and he showed Zehia how to survive on the street. The gang rented a warehouse and stuck to minor crimes to make money.

Zehia thrived after a while. Her job at first consisted of spying on others while selling her paintings, but she also learned how to sneak and steal. However, she never let her guard down, which is why she habitually followed Ladke. Her wariness paid off as she uncovered his plans to sell the guards evidence of the other gang member's crimes.

Zehia fled again.

This time, she lived by herself. She grew up staying one step ahead of the law until she was old enough to join the city watch herself. She quickly rose through the ranks, always keeping her eyes open for betrayal - and seeing it constantly.

Eventually, she became a 'problem solver'. She had wealth and power. Slaves that were bound to her, but which she never trusted. Supply caches all throughout the city. A private room where she painted portraits that no one else would ever see. Alone because she'd learned not to trust anyone else.

Her paranoia was justified when Riqre'ma Medaale worked with another Emir to accuse Zehia of harboring an unbound Djinni in order to take back a slave he'd sold her years before. Zehia escaped custody and pursued Riqre. She snuck into his mansion with the help of that very Djinni, and tried to assassinate the Emir.

She failed. Riqre attached limbs from a Stitchfolk [Carrion Eater] to her body. The experiment usually resulted in an agonizing death, but Zehia survived - or at least she lived. Her mind withdrew to try and protect herself. It wasn't until Laila, now a [Stitch Selphid] puppeted her body that Zehia started to rouse herself.

When her body was injured in an ambush, Zehia re-awakened. She gave in to her blood class's urges and slaughtered her attackers. In doing so, she empowered the darker presence that inhabited her body along with Laila. In a final act of self-sacrifice, Zehia recognized Laila and drew the dark presence into herself.

Debuffs:
Delusions
Mind-Link
Cannibalism
Bloodlust]

Hmmmm...

Way to go, empowered Observe. That was even more detailed than normal.

"Do you know someone named 'Zehia', Sibby?"

The Siberian tilted her head and thought. 'Nope! That name doesn't ring a bell.'

"Well, let's take Laila to somewhere less crowded." There were a lot of people staring at us.

'Sure!' Sibby picked Laila up in her arms and we started walking back through the crowd. A few people gave us odd looks. I hoped they didn't think we were kidnapping her or something. I don't think we look like human traffickers.

Then again, Sibby always draws attention when she isn't trying to hide.

...

'Well?'

"Well... I'm thinking." I frowned. I had a single ability to deal with mental issues. Gamer's Mind was quite potent, but... would it work here? "The problem is that Laila is, essentially, a mind-control parasite. Gamer's Mind blocks everything, so if I set up an area then..." It would be Zehia in control.

But was that a bad thing?

Obviously some dark stuff had gone down, but I was firmly on the anti-Master side of things. However, in this case, both of them were victims.

'Then what?'

"Worst case? It could kill Laila." I had ZERO idea what a [Stitch Selphid] was. From the context, it was clear that she was... a thread? A magical thread? "Do Stitchfolk eat?"

'Of course they do! Laila wasn't much of a huntress, but she tried. She also didn't eat much, but she does eat.'

"Right... right... conservation or energy. She needs food. Or at least her body does. Laila's current form is quite obviously highly magical in nature. She might get energy from Zehia's nervous system... or she might draw mana straight from the environment."

'Okay? So that means?'

"If Gamer's Mind disconnects her, it might kill her."

'Oh. Then you shouldn't use Gamer's Mind then!'

"It might not." I shrugged. "It could just suppress things, but that's it. It's not a cure. In the best case, I use it and Zehia wakes up. She gets to take a break and regroup, and goes back to fighting off her Blood Class."

'Blood class?'

Oh, right. Sibby never mentioned getting any classes. She is a projection after all. "Classes are like superpowers, but some of them are cursed." I gestured at Laila's comatose form. "You said she changed, right? Her claws and fangs are from a blood class."

Zehia's blood class to be precise, but there was no need to be pedantic when explaining things to Sibby.

'So what do we do?'

"I don't know. I don't have anything that works with magic-"

Hold on. That wasn't true. I had Power Drain. That worked with magic. Observe does too. So do my Skills. I wonder...

'What are you thinking about?'

"The Skill that I used to kill the Djinni. I was wondering if I could 'sacrifice' Zehia's blood class to it."

'You can do that?'

"Honestly... I have no idea." I frowned. "The original version of the Skill accepted 'payment'. Because I could take the Djinni's power, I could give it away. The issue is... I don't think I can 'take' a class."

I stroked my chin.

If I had any Perks left, I could take Debuff Control. That might help - if not with the class, then with the side effects. Then again, I HAD used Power Drain to free Cognita. It had magical aspects to it from the Skills I'd sacrificed.

I took a deep breath and reached out with Power Drain.

Nothing.

I grit my teeth as I pushed mana into it... and... there! I could connect to Laila. Or Zehia. I didn't sense more than one target. It wasn't anything like Cognita's core, but there was something there. Something that [Amateur Linguist] was picking up on...

I pushed mana into Ears of Babel, ignoring the pain.

Yes... yes... there was something there that wasn't mana. I moved Power Drain to touch it...

*You have been inflicted with Delusions.
*You have been inflicted with Cannibalism.
*You have been inflicted with Bloodlust.
*Delusions condition negated by Gamer's Mind.
*Cannibalism condition negated by Gamer's Mind.
*Bloodlust condition negated by Gamer's Mind.
*You have been inflicted with Delusions.
*You have been inflicted with Cannibalism.
*You have been inflicted with Bloodlust.
*Delusions condition negated by Gamer's Mind.
*Cannibalism condition negated by Gamer's Mind.
*Bloodlust condition negated by Gamer's Mind.
*You have been inflicted with 'Oversaturated'x19.