Weixian's gaze lingered on Feyra.
Feyra's eyes were filled with fear. She didn't fear a lot, but seeing the progression of the Blood Plague with her own eyes made her shiver all over.
"I do... Even if I want to move... I can't go nearer. It's like I'm paralyzed."
Feyra had become numb to many devastating diseases and accidents. Even seeing a body shred apart by swords and farmer's tools didn't make her flinch.
Yet, this simple disease, the Blood Plague, made her blood turn cold.
"I advise you to go back to the inn. The old woman won't survive. It has been four hours since she has been infected. It would be best if you don't witness her end. Trust me."
Feyra nodded, holding a hand in front of her mouth. She turned around, some tears streaming down her face. I can't even save them.
Weixian lingered around, watching the old woman. There was a mole near her nose. No one else in the village had one like this.
I'm certain Feyra has seen it. Well then...
