The moment Rok realized what state he was in.
Shaitan was laying Rok down in a cross shape on the floor, struggling desperately to cool the heat.
'Your body's too hot.'
The body was hot enough to cause burns if she didn't coat her hands with mana. Having swallowed an entire highest-grade magic stone, metabolism was running actively to accommodate that massive mana.
'The problem is it's severe right now.'
In temperature, easily 45 degrees, no, approaching 50 degrees. They say humans are in danger if body temperature rises just 1 degree—how much worse for an orc whose temperature rose several degrees above normal?
"Grrr, grr."
Rok trembled and ground his teeth. Getting angry at something, and the more so, the heat throughout the body started boiling. Shaitan soaked the water towel that had cooled rapidly in less than 5 minutes.
'I can't do this alone.'
This isn't the time to be greedy.
