Chapter 42: Enmity (2)

As midnight approached, the icy wind rose to a new height, bringing misery to the frosty land. Even inside the camp, with the heater working, Yeriel felt uncomfortable as she prepared the ingredients.

'I couldn't even smell the ingredients with this cold,' she mumbled. 'Will I be able to brew the potion currently with this state?'

She had not caught a cold, but her head felt dizzy and heavy, and even keeping her eyelids open became a challenge. Before even brewing the meds for others, she had to take the meds for herself, though it was merely of any use. She could only manage it through the slightly soothing feeling the swirling spirit force brought her, though it was far more difficult for her to even revolve spirit force now.