In the temple of Mother Earth, Angst lay on the altar, breathing rapidly.
Isbel was casting a spell, mobilizing the power in the divine seal, urging the druid's life healing technique to focus on Angst, her forehead covered with cold sweat.
Anya stood aside, pacing back and forth anxiously, and from time to time she would stand next to Angst and take a look.
"It's still spreading..." Every time she checked, she would find that there were more dark red patches on Angst's body, and spider-web-like blood vessels were knotted and bulging on the surface of the skin. "You're panting heavily, are you okay?"
"It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but now I feel pretty good. My body is full of energy...or rather, too much energy. To be honest, I really want to stand up and let off some steam. But my head is dizzy, as if I were drunk." Angste answered while panting.
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