Fading

Revia could hardly feel her face with the boils festering over her skin. They twitched and convulsed as though they were alive, breathing. Some grew fatter as the seconds passed, some moving, extending to the wall she was leaning against; they truly were an infection.

Her pale, cold skin was hardly recognisable under the reddish-green affliction. In the first few hours, she had felt the throbbing pain they caused, but now, she felt nothing. If she were alive, she would have probably been dead by now. But alas, she was already dead; she was a walking corpse. She had been doomed to this fate since that day she fought Actuass in the Isise.

For a moment, Revia burned with fury. She had been assigned on a mission to that place by the nine, the High Authorities, back then; a mission to purge evil.

'Ungrateful fools!'

Revia could have given anything just to be able to stand right now.

She wished she hadn't ignored the signs.