Chapter One hundred and Eighteen : The Brewing Storm

"And that's the last of it " Amala said to Daniel who watched as she injected a substance into the intravenous drip hanging on a stand beside a patient's bed.

Daniel sighed in relief while running his hands through his hair. He had just returned from the secret meeting with Asher only to be told of a notably improvement with the patients after the antidote was administered directly into their bloodstream.

"Does that mean this hellish ordeal is over? " He asked, his eyes roaming over the patients on the hospital beds, who now had a healthy glow on their skin.

"Yes probably , but we still have to watch their progress " Amala explained " But there's a ninety percent chance of recovery since the antidote suppresses the virus while giving the patient the chance to heal and as a supernatural , it shouldn't take that long to recover "