Silas glanced at Drake briefly, then indifferently, "Go ahead if you can—just don't drag us into it."
"Cowards, the lot of you!" Drake sneered coldly. He was starting to consider his plan.
"Drake, take a look at your legs."
At that moment, Silvanus's voice suddenly rang out from the opposite side.
Drake looked confused but quickly rolled up his pant legs. The moment he did, he furrowed his brows, his expression turning grim.
His legs were caked with brown mud, and from his feet to his ankles, roots had sprouted from his flesh, writhing constantly like a cluster of leeches.
Drake felt a bit nauseated. The sight was truly revolting, even though he felt no pain.
But since this was just a dream, he had no idea what his real body looked like now.
"What the hell is this disgusting thing?!"
