"No, this isn't a joke." It quickly became clear to Arlo that Roy wasn't pulling a prank on him when he noticed his condition deteriorating quickly. "He is seriously hurt."
What Arlo and Julian witnessed shocked them so much that they gaped.
Roy was bleeding from his eyes, ears, and nose, and strand by strand, his hair was turning white.
Slowly but steadily, wrinkles were appearing below his eyes.
He was ageing for sure.
'Something must have affected his lifespan. But what could it be? And how did it escape my notice? Maybe it was something that attacked him from inside.' Arlo felt bewildered at Roy's miserable condition.
Roy was in a condition similar to a cursed person.
"Uncle," Roy said, stretching his hand towards the person he believed to be the most trustworthy around him. "Help me."
Asking Arlo for help in desperation was an act he subconsciously performed.
But it said a lot about what Arlo meant to him.