"Hss…"
In the dim tent, Roland gasped and bolted upright from his bunk.
He instinctively pressed a hand to the left side of his chest, panting heavily as beads of cold sweat broke out on his temples.
"Damn it…"
A distinct tightness and an ominous chill emanated from his heart, prompting him to curse under his breath.
"I didn't expect the Gaze from the Abyss to spread so quickly… I have to deal with that Demon as soon as possible."
Ever since the Demon possessing Anno had planted the Curse, Roland had tried every method he could think of. He'd even gone so far as to forcibly channel pure Positive Energy into his body, but it had all been to little effect.
The chill in his chest stubbornly lingered, growing stronger as time went on.
Although it hadn't yet caused any real physical impairment, he could clearly feel his very blood slowly turning thick and cold.
He shook his head hard to dispel the last vestiges of grogginess, and only then did the surrounding clamor become clear.
