บท 185: The Plague

After clearing the obstructing vermin from their path, he kept Xiaodan close as they leapt together from the infested building, rolling over onto the neighboring rooftop.

As an assassin, he was as light as a feather in his landing, but Xiaodan immediately collapsed onto the ground, struggling to pick himself back up.

The others that had made it to the roof of what looked to be an abandoned shopping mall came over, checking on the two, though their concerns lied with Xiaodan, who was covered in deeply-etched bites.

"...Is he okay?" Korain asked.

"Doesn't look so hot," Yeong-Un noted.

Eunji hurriedly came over, dropping onto her knees as she immediately invoked magecraft of rejuvenating elements onto Xiaodan.

"...It'll be alright," Eunji assured him.

Xiaodan managed to move himself enough to sit down on his rear, wincing as he breathed heavily, sweating profusely to an unnatural degree.

"How're you feeling?" He asked, knelt besides the silver-haired young man.