The young woman was like a red rose on the verge of withering,
the only splash of color against the hazy, gray background.
Her skin had begun to crack. Within the fissures were countless fine, red lines—a sign that her Magic Power had completely overflowed from its channels and was now continuously leaking out, causing Erosion.
Lian saw a dozen red, negative entries above the young woman's head.
[Magic Loss of Control] [Fading Consciousness] [Despair and Apathy] [Self-Abandonment] [Memory Corruption] [Hearing Loss] [Vision Loss] [Numbness] [Dulled Perception] [Source of Infection] [Physical Collapse] [On the Brink of Death]
Just as the Grand Priest had said, even if Lian and the others hadn't entered the High Wall, the Disease Witch Dora wouldn't have lasted long in this state.
Her senses dulled, she didn't notice anyone approaching, her hollow eyes staring straight ahead.
Suddenly, she stood up, rose onto her toes, and began to dance.
