Adam's eyes slowly clouded over, the blood was rapidly leaving his body, and he could feel himself weakening, completely bewildered and lost.
However, as soon as Zera's lips came into motion, emitting a low whisper, everything changed.
The crimson blade of the scythe that had pierced their bodies shuddered, turning into blood and heading towards Adam, to his chest.
The blood turned into a scarlet cross from which many red threads emanated, they covered Adam's body and stuck into the places where he was wounded.
Adam immediately felt better, power spread through his body as if he got a second breath.
"Good luck... I've bet everything on you, and I'm sure you won't fail, but... you have to remember. You only have fifteen minutes." Zera muttered before collapsing.