บท 401: Strain

When Liam left his tent, a few strange looks were shot his way.

They'd never seen Liam experience something like that.

Heck, they didn't even see him express a groan of pain most of the time.

And now he puked out his stomach and shivered like a cat in the rain?

And if that happened to Liam and the Zeniths of all people… what about them?

"Are you fine, my liege?" Jargon appeared beside Liam. 

Dark circles were under his hardened eyes. Staying in these lands was a strain on the mind and soul. It wore people down. 

Verium, Ryu, Jax and the likes were there too. 

"Fine," Liam responded tersely. "Must've been something I ate."

Jargon laughed at the joke.

Liam's head creaked to look at the needle again… but he stopped himself.

A moment later, a command spread throughout the thousands of acolytes. 

'Don't look up.'