In the firelight, Edwin also saw his own hands, withered and aged like chicken claws, and his eyes widened instantly.
"I, I, why am I like this?!"
Edwin's body trembled constantly, and in those brief seconds, he aged a bit more.
"It seems to be those things that flew out just now," Hewinia contemplated, "Can they drain human life? No... it should be vitality."
Hewinia glanced at her own body, finding she was not affected, likely thanks to the Seven Notes.
"It seems we can't continue any further," Hewinia lifted her head to look at the exit above, "Let's head back first to see if there's any way... Are you listening to me?"
Hewinia found Edwin was continuously shaking his head, muttering: "No, I can't be like this... I'm almost there, just about there... I can't be like this."
"What's gotten into you?" Hewinia felt something was off with Edwin and asked again.
But Edwin still did not respond; in that faint firelight, his elderly eyes were vacant.
Could it be...
