A grim silence filled the hall as soon as Prithvi announced his current situation to them.
Albestros, who was his old-time friend, was rooted on the spot. Both he and Kahn hadn't imagined that the person they had come to meet was at death's door.
"What? How's that possible? Don't all Leshens live for at least two centuries? You're not even a hundred years old yet." asked the old blacksmith.
"To be honest.. I too was surprised when I found out 3 years ago. But the reason for my dwindling health is an incurable disease. And the cause is also something ironic." spoke Prithvi.
"What do you mean?"
"You know how I used to study & experiment with various alchemy potions, poisons and medicines back in the day, right?"
"Yes. We used to warn you a lot to stop trying to make new types of medicines & potions because of the harmful manufacturing procedures." replied Albestros.
