Had mold, he said. I don't have it anymore.

[And thank whatever gods exist for that. Light attempts to wipe some of the blood off his face, but his sleeve is so soaked with it that it makes no difference.]

There was a weird fungal infection going around last month that turned people into--well, moldy zombies. I was unlucky enough to be patient zero, but seeing as I'm not hungering for brains right now, I think the danger's past.

[The joke is corny and he knows it. Anyway.]

Nice to meet you, Overlord Imp. Honestly, it's about time this place got some unquestioned leadership.