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Bilker's blood was rotting. When blood rots, it doesn't just affect one area. The entire body begins to decay, not leaving a single healthy spot on the body. It was the condition that was most feared by wounded warriors. Knowing this, it was common for weapons to be smeared with filth to contaminate the enemy's blood.
"Feeling better now, huh?"
"Much better."
Bilker's expression was serene. Only he and the priest knew what they had discussed.
"You're probably going to die," Krika spoke the truth. Bilker's condition was only worsening and was not showing any signs of improvement.
"I’m sure you know this, Krika, but I've always been a pathetic man."
"Pathetic, indeed. Can’t fight, don’t have a strong will, all of it. You had a bunch of chances to change your fate, but you missed them every time."
"If you were me, things would have been different. Definitely different..."
Bilker spoke but suddenly choked. Veins popped on his face. Shadowy figures seemed to move across the dark ceiling.
"Ah, aaaah!"
Bilker had a seizure. Krika waited until it subsided.
"What did you see, Bilker?"
Warriors on the brink of death often became spiritually sensitive. They saw things that were normally unseen. These warriors were no...
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