(They were weakened by the fire. I was just finishing them off with some huge force.)

"They seemed practically... sentient," said Gold, "And they were able to disguise themselves as people and elves. That means that anyone could be Corrupted! This is really bad..."

"They must've...evolved, or adapted." He could hear more yelling out. "C'mon, we need to out of town."

"Yeah, it may be best to just leave."

The cultists/Corrupted charged in very quickly. "Where can we go?" Aksel asked while running away.

'Why are we running?' I ask as I teleport away to a safe location. 'They aren't disguised, it's more like a transformation, like a Werewolf. The reason being because they are partially cured. But not completely.'

Falin frowned. "A partial cure might be worse than none at all..."

"But they start a cult?! How can they do that half-cured?!" He looked around. "Where are we right now?"

'Half-cured means like a Werewolf. I see nothing can cure your idiocy.' I mutter while shaking my head.

"Well, do you still have the cure?"

'The cure is working . . . slowly.' I sigh.

(Also for a title, avoid exclamation points, it doesn't seem . . . professional.)

"They couldn't be resisting the cure somehow, could they?"

'No, I don't believe that is possible. Dovahthur is dead. He can't help them. The cure is of the Gods, surely it is working.'

(I don't know why, but I decided to go with a classic feeling title with quotation marks and an exclamation mark.)

"Now what? We just wait?"

"Just rest for tonight, it's gotten late."