Fire coursed through every inch of Lucius's body. He felt like his entire body had been set ablaze. The sensation was thousands of times worse than the explosion in Alorek's desert. At least then, the flames were real and burned away his nerve endings, taking away the pain. However, no such mercy was granted to him now.
Whatever poison was at work sapped him of his strength. Any attempt to move on his own was futile. Even his senses had been dulled, and his vision blurred. Faint voices echoed around him, and he could feel himself being carried somewhere. Unfortunately, Lucius was unable to tell who was moving him or where they were taking him.
A quick flash of purple moved in front of his eyes, accompanied by two small blue orbs. It seemed one of the twins was trying to talk to him, and though he could not hear or understand them, it was comforting to know one of them was by his side.
