Purrre!
Alaric nearly fell off the chair as blood poured from his mouth.
Everyone who witnessed it was shocked, including Meren, whose first thought was the typhoid Alaric claimed he had healed.
Standing up from where she was sitting, she hastily pointed at her knight.
"Quick! Call the doctor!!!" Her voice was laced with urgency.
Immediately, the knight charged out of the room while Ava ran towards Alaric, holding him for support.
"Are you alright? Lord Alaric, speak to me!" She was worried, her hands cupping his cheeks.
Alaric could barely say a word. His entire body had gone stiff, and his eyes were red, almost as if every drop of blood in his body had found its way there.
And it wasn't just that...
[System detects foreign object.]
[Error!!!]
[System detects foreign object.]
[Error!!!]
'What the hell...'
Alaric barely understood what was happening.
But one thing was certain—he could feel his life slowly slipping through his fingers.
