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I am unsettled. The first act of healing had gone as planned, but I had not expected to be challenged by the servant of the infection so soon. I thought I would have more time before the infected pieces of the World could gather themselves to face me. But I faced the servant of the cancer and the parasites within moments of my first action to heal and save the World.

Light that I have cloaked around myself keeps me hidden from the prying eyes of the corrupt as I hover over the sea in silent thought. It is peaceful here, and I can almost imagine that the World was pure and untainted. But I know the truth deep inside and I can see the cancer and the parasites that spread throughout the World. By the time places like this show the sickness the World will be a lost cause. Still I enjoy the peace and the gentle movements of the ocean below me. The peace is going to end soon and I wish that it did not have to end; I wish that I had been chosen for a different task. 

But the World chose me to cure it; it created me to act as a healer and to be its champion against the infection. The World is sick but it still fights the infection and I can help it. I will help it. I raise my arms and curl my crimson wings around my body as I gather myself. My vision blurs before I see the glory of the World spread out before me. It is truly wonderful to see the threads that hold it together and I let myself enjoy the sight of healthy threads instead of the sick and dying ones of the cancer and parasite strongholds. 

My wings extend and a ripple in the air spreads out from me as I call to the World and tell it to change. I see the threads change and unravel as they shift to fit my design and I smile. I will bring healing to another city, to another piece of the World that sickens and dies as the parasites feast and the cancer multiplies. 

The blue skies blacken above me and water streams up into the air to become a dense cloud cover. I feel a cold wind whip across the once peaceful sea and though I do not shiver I feel a moment of doubt. A city will be cured by my actions but so many will die alongside the parasites and the nodes of cancer. I shake my head and call to the World again as I imagine the shape that the gathering storm will take and force the threads to align to create it. 

My will directs the storm and winds scream across the ocean, whipping from east to west as the storm begins to move towards the eastern coast. I have looked at the infection and the World cries out to be healed. Today I bring mercy in a storm; today I am bringing my healing to Newark. 

I remain in the heart of the storm as an invisible crimson angel. As my storm hurtles towards the city I stretch out my hands and tell the World to change again. I see dark funnels descend from the sky and touch the water to create waterspouts just before the storm hits the city. I will not weep for the people who will die. It is a mercy that they die swiftly in the cure instead of slowly and in pain as the cancer and parasites consume them.

I leave the storm and my platform of air carries me high into the sky. I will let the storm rage and wash away the cancer and parasites for a little longer and then I will descend and build the city anew.