It was worse.
Herald and Ivan looked down at Chad who was half naked from the top. Dread filled their eyes which were staring hard at the small patch of rotten skin on Chad's lower belly. Just like the body from the other night, it looked like insects made little holes in the lower part of his tummy and the skin around it was starting to turn greenish purple. Ivan's body went cold with fear. His head was blank, he knew something was wrong when he smelt his blood earlier.
"He was the one who saw the body and brought it. He contacted it." Herald explained as he slowly and carefully dabbed away the pus that was starting to spill from the holes.
"Morgana said it is not a disease." Ivan muttered distractedly, his eyes were fixed on the state of his best friend turning pale. Chad's olive skin was starting to turn white and his body was sweating profusely.
"Morgana is not sure."
"What do we do?"
