Azrael stood up and winced in pain, her face pale like a dead one, while holding her right arm.
"Azrael." August rushed over to her, holding her in his arms. His face showed concern seeing her like that.
"Your arm…" Edgar was first to notice, he went over and pulled her sleeves up.
Their eyes outstretched out in sheer horror as their glance fell on her arm. The burnt rotten flesh in her arm let out the most horrible smell.
Azrael saw their shocked faces and tried to hide them away. "It's nothing." She pulled herself away and tried to get away from them.
"When did it start?" Edgar inquired, holding her back.
"None of your concern. I already agreed to the terms. So stop." Azrael gathered all her energy to talk out loud and clearly.
