"Ah, so is someone gonna help me up?... My legs don't seem to working…" Dyon looked around with a smile on his face. He could tell that there was something off about the atmosphere, but he put that aside for now. He was much too hungry.
A sad expression colored the features of Ri, Madeleine and Clara when they heard this. Although they had been trying to suppress their emotions for the sake of Dyon, everyone here could see it.
Dyon had walked out of his room feeling weak, but maybe the first thing he should have done was get a mirror.
His once healthy caramel skin was a sickly grey and his rippling lean muscles had become nothing but skin sagging against his bones. Even his handsome and chiseled features that had been slowly maturing had greyed, losing its luster almost completely.
As much as they tried to keep up their smiles, they could tell there was something very wrong with their husband.
