Author POV
The creak of the door opening filled the old room.
Someone walked in.
He seemed a bit shaky as he stepped inside, maybe because he were hurt or tired. But the important thing was he made it to the edge of the bed and lay down.
"Phew,"
A short breath escaped the lying man's mouth. His hair was still wet at the ends, and he had no intention of changing clothes even though he could catch a cold from that.
Instead, he stared fixedly at his own palm. He turned it over to see that the flow of his blood looked much clearer than before. After being poisoned by Blood Vines, Alaric's blood vessels were also poisoned, so they were not the dark red color of normal blood vessels, but rather dark greenish-black—a sign that there was poison there.
Still amazed, Alaric took off his shi
