Dante looked up at the sky above him. His expression was unreadable, there was a lot on his mind. From his pocket, he revealed a small vial. He smiled to himself as he drank its contents. As soon as he did, a coughing fit hit him.
He collapsed onto the ground, violently coughing. He used his hand to cover his mouth. When he was finally able to breathe again, he looked down at his hand.
There was blood in his hand.
"Your Majesty! Are you alright?" Marius rushed up to him helping him up to his feet.
He could feel the cold air surrounding the Dragon King. It was getting worse with each passing day. The vials were less effective in the Celestial Realm it would seem.
"I'm alright, thank you, Marius," Dante whispered. His voice was hoarse from coughing.
Dante refused any more support, he walked back to his quarters on his own. Marius followed closely behind.
