“And ‘it’ is...?” Faldeus muttered under his breath.
As if in answer, compression artifacts started to run across the screen of one of the computers sending and receiving data. A row of characters popped up, weaving its way through the gaps, and seared itself into Faldeus’ brain. It was a short line, consisting only of an answer to Faldeus’ question:
The cursed plague-wind.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 3, Chapter 7 ("Day 1, Afternoon")