"You…"
Edith wanted to say something, but as soon as she started to speak, the look in Vivian's eyes changed.
Her eyes widened, then shut with an anguished expression.
Her shoulders started to move and shake frantically.
With both hands on her head, she leaned against her bed, then fell.
"Vivian!"
Edith rushed to her, but she then saw the weapon in her hand and decided to sheath it first before stepping closer.
Vivian was now shaking on the ground, resting her back against the bed, clutching what she could grab from it very hard, her veins popping all over her shivering hands and forehead. She then raised her head, arched her back upward from the extreme pain, and made a very sharp and almost inaudible squeak before dropping down, gritting her teeth, and holding her head.
"The curse!"
