When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemonade (III)
Seeing the way they talked, Klaus could see the strong friendship between them. He approached the bed, seeing Michael's condition firsthand. The man looked emaciated, and the black streaks of the poison running through his veins were visible on the surface.
He touched Michael's arm with his forefinger. Opening his eyes wide, Klaus felt the life force from him almost disappear.
"Laplace, do you think this is the poison of the wendigo?" Klaus muttered.
<I cannot be sure, my liege. But if you look at the poison spreading in his body, it seems to an artificial poison.>
"Exactly. I've never heard of a wendigo having poison before. All my men should have experienced the same thing if Michael had been poisoned. It looks like someone is intentionally harming him."
<I think so, my liege. He doesn't have much time left. It will be at least two days before he dies.>
Klaus turned to Akio and Olivia. Those two had a hopeful look in their eyes.