It froze me, but a moment later, rationality returned, and I sent my soul waves in that direction.
"It really is," I said with my expression turning worse.
It is a host, but it's not the reason; my expressions have turned bad. They turned bad because he is a fighting person, someone I know really well.
It is Chef Baras, one of the chefs of the village.
In the time I had been in the village, I had come to know the man really well. He is fighting the host, barely able to keep himself from contracting the infection from the pus.
Though looking at his condition. He won't be able to last for long in front of him.
In a few minutes, the host would slip through his defences and infect him. It would only need one chance, and it would be over for him.
It's not common itornas infected, but a dammed. They are very powerful.
It is why I tried to stop myself when my legs moved toward them. I know how dangerous it is; I barely survived last time. So, I shouldn't go there.
