Your touch inflicts disease.

Since this spell induces a disease in its target, any effect that removes a disease or otherwise ameliorates a disease's effects apply to it.

Whispering the incantation, an otherworldly chill grips your soul. As your hand darkens, visions of affliction—pustules, mucus, fever—haunt your thoughts. The necromantic chill yields to a feverish heat. A malevolence burgeons within, coursing into your target, casting the shadow of sickness.

I Cast Flesh Contagion
Chanting morbidity, I invoke necrosis in my immune hand, then graze my foe. The venom ignites a visceral battle. Their pallid struggle unfolds—clammy skin, green-tinged eyes—a war waged within. The conflict, ephemeral yet enduring, hints at the choice: suffer briefly or confront a protracted decay. The visage of my adversary, blind or fevered, bleeding or decaying, echoes the cost of choices.