As the others still talking about what they should do to find Shanaia, Joaquin stood in front of the maze. He looked at it as if he felt like something was calling to him.
He just dismissed it as the wind or his imagination playing tricks in his mind. He was about to leave when he suddenly halted his steps and fell to his knees when he felt an excruciating pain in his abdomen.
The others gathered around him, confused and worried about what was happening.
“Argh!”
“My lord!”
“Hey, what’s happening?” Joselito asked his friend, his voice laced with worry when he saw him writhe in pain.
“I-I don’t know but it hurts. Like I am being stabbed,” Joaquin answered as he held his abdomen.
Joselito crouched down and checked on Joaquin’s abdomen. He lifted his shirt and looked. Then all of them
