Ai Yi's steps wavered unsteadily as he shuffled forward, finally coming to a halt. Billows of pitch-black smoke rose from the crevices of his skeletal frame, his bones quivering as if in spasm, while in his blood-red eye sockets, the light flickered dimly and then brightened.
Such an obvious and abnormal reaction startled Sherry, who immediately stopped in her tracks and, while shaking Ai Yi's oversized head, called out his name in distress—after repeating it seven or eight times, Ai Yi finally came to his senses, and with a sluggish lift of his head, he uttered a hoarse and low voice, "Why do I suddenly feel... like I can't walk any further..."
"Are you alright?" Duncan approached, frowning at the visibly ailing Abyssal Hound, his tone carrying a hint of concern, "Is there any discomfort?"
"I... am not uncomfortable," Ai Yi's head swayed, as if he were on the verge of falling asleep, "I just feel weak, and... I really don't want to get close to that pile of things."
