Davis jumped to a rock and sat in front of a huge carcass, his legs folded in a lotus posture.
The past few days were uncomfortable since he had started to bleed everywhere from his body.
Each day felt like a trial by fire. His meridians burned, his blood boiled, and every joint screamed with agony as the sickness dug its fangs deeper into him. The dark patches had begun to pulse faintly, like parasitic hearts feeding on his vitality, sending waves of icy pain through his bones and a maddening hum into his soul.
Despite the terrifying pain, he did his best to let the Lunar Shadow Bleeding Sickness fester and grow like he was nurturing it in his own body.
He barely used life energy to combat the illness but kept himself from bleeding.
Now, he stopped doing that.
