416. Army Of The Peasants

Sylvester did not dare to lose consciousness in the middle of nowhere. He could not afford to allow anyone to access his blood. 

"A-Amy… Can you please help me reach my room?" He asked the little girl beside him. 

The young girl, fraught with worry and fear, bobbed her head with great effort as she assisted Sylvester to his feet, which he managed after several attempts. The sensation he felt was not pain but rather one of weakness, brought on by a peculiar poison that weakened his physical functions. 

As the toxin persisted in his body, its effects would only continue to worsen. Thus, Sylvester hastened his way down the lengthy corridor of the monastery, determined to reach his room before he was forced to crawl on all fours.