Egil felt a wave of dizziness strike his mind. A hallowed whisper echoing in his ears.
He could feel a foreign energy invading his body, changing him, corrupting him. A sensation not unlike the feeling he got when he first drank Abyss Blood.
The touch of corruption that changed him on a fundamental level.
Raising his hand, he could see the scales breaking through the top layer of his skin while black blood filled his veins.
He saw Selen calling out to him with a panicked expression.
Instinctively, he understood what this was. He had seen many patients with these symptoms after all.
Glancing up at the destructive battle taking place in the sky, Egil gritted his teeth as his Sigils flared with power. Several spirits wrapped around his body, and their forms began to distort due to the black blood infecting him.
However, by burning his power, he was able to maintain a semblance of sanity and defence against this disease.
