Of course, Aaron, who had constantly been devouring parts of the universe was easily infected by the biological weapon.
The same resonance that had spread the plague to every dragon and elf had found its way into him through the countless fragments of cosmic essence he had consumed over time.
"Not now, not now. I can't be weak now," Aaron muttered under his breath, fighting hard to not show a single sign of weakness.
His muscles trembled faintly beneath his skin.
A cold sweat broke out along his spine.
His mystic eyes flickered once, the gold dimming for a split second before he forced them steady again.
"Hmm? You were also affected by the biological weapon," Baal said, prudent as ever.
He quickly noticed the faintest change in Aaron's attitude, the tiniest tightening of the jaw, the almost imperceptible hitch in his breathing. "How convenient for me."
"Guess Dracula is all we will be dealing with after all," Baal muttered, letting go of Vorth's heart.
