It didn't take more than a second for Granim to be struck with pain.
Blood spurted from all orifices on his body, even through the pores of his skin. Beads of sweat came along with his blood, quickly making a pool by his feet. As if every inch of his muscles was being stabbed by the sharpest of daggers, his whole body spasmed.
Granim lost himself at that very moment. His vision turned black, tears soon coming out of his eyes. Snot came dribbling down his nose, saliva from his mouth. He remained standing, but it was evident that he had no more strength.
It was as if he had become a scarecrow reflated with bodily fluids.
Before his condition turned for the worse, Parvor immediately put the necklace back on Granim. At that instant, the sorcerer fell on the ground with a loud thud.
"He won't regain consciousness for a few minutes. Two of you, ask Lady Gertrude if she could let Lady Dantalion tend to his wounds."
