Athena held her breath as she stared at Mors, her mind racing with countless thoughts. His condition wasn't a normal sickness.
It wasn't even something as simple as a poison or a hidden injury from battle. It was something far worse, something beyond the realm of medicine or science.
Something deeply supernatural.
And it terrified her.
Mors had always been strong, a force to be reckoned with. In her past life, he had been nearly invincible, a war hero who had never wavered.
But now, as she looked at him pale and trembling, dark blood staining his lips, she realized he had been hiding something far more sinister than just an illness.
She reached out, her fingers brushing against his damp forehead. His skin was cold, yet there was an underlying heat beneath, as if his body was caught between two extremes.
Mors' breathing was erratic, and his body tensed under her touch, as if he was barely holding himself together.
