A while later, Eureka scanned Jon's coffin and nodded in satisfaction. "The corruption has slowed down. He has enough strength to endure several months without experiencing any further damages. But after that… the corruption will continue until it kills him in about two years."
"We're successful. At a great price." Eureka glanced at all the bottles scattered on the floor and flinched. "How much did these cost you? Twenty thousand crystals? Well, glad you dragged him away from death's door just a bit."
Eureka truly meant her words—she could find more about Jon's secrets this way.
Although Angor was no way near satisfied. Before coming back to the Old Earth, he thought he could at least make Jon last for 20 years or so. If so, he would have enough time to find a thorough cure. Yet… the remaining time was cut down to ten percent.
"You look so sad. Wasn't planning to spend so much money, eh?" said Eureka.
