Zenith

The veil dissipated, but massive plumes of dark gas threatened to escape the barrier.

The Myriad Brush instantly got to work. As the intermediary in charge, he couldn't have the fighters dying under his watch.

The other clan members helped as well, suppressing the tides of darkness that gushed out of the circular enclosure, before dispelling it entirely.

What they saw was… unfortunate. And a bit cruel, too. Miasma Queen's body was in tatters. A lump of shredded flesh and bone. Life was slowly leaving her eyes.

Myriad Brush barely saved her in time using his inscription abilities to send Character after Character on her wounds. 

Though, it was more of a delayed death until she could figure out a cure for herself.

Usan's condition wasn't much better, but at the very least, he was able to stand on his own two feet.