Two years later...
Nero was walking inside the Dark Tower with both hands behind his back. His body was very weak, and he barely could take a step forward without nearly falling, but he could keep his balance somehow. Anyone who looked at him would think that he was drunk or just ran a marathon, anything that could get him so dizzy, but that wasn't the case at all.
In the middle of the corridor, he needed to stop and support himself on the wall, having a coughing fit and placing his hand in front of his mouth. Some blood came out of his mouth, spitting in his hand and clothes.
'Ascendant's Trap isn't being kind with me, huh?' He thought, narrowing his eyes to that dark blood. 'If only I had a spell to nullify these effects like Rick had...'
