"She is suffering from hallucinations, Your Majesty, this is caused by the poison. I am afraid the poison is spreading faster than expected." Samuel explained, his voice low and calm.
"Will it continue?" Azreal asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I will add that it will only get worse from now on, and if the antidote isn't administered soon, she will die." Samuel said.
"Do what you must to slow down the poison, Sevastian will return with the antidote tomorrow." Azreal assured.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
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The cold breeze brushed their faces as they rode through the thick trees of the village, the gloomy atmosphere adding to the eerieness of the village. The hooves of the horses slamming against the ground as they sped through the forest.
Sevastian pulled the reigns of his black horse to slow the animal, after noticing a building not too far from where they stood.
