Pill Effects.

“You’re from the Coral Clan, right?” the Fourth Elder asked almost immediately after he and the Third Elder had saved the mag, who had already given up on any chance of survival.

He had asked because he recognized the emblem on the mage’s robe, the Coral Clan was one of the oldest clans in the city, just like the Gordons.

While they weren’t particularly close, they had never been at odds either, to the Fourth and Third Elders, that was reason enough to help him.

“Yes, I am… Sorry you have to see me like this, come on, behead me now. I don’t want to turn into one of those things. If I die from the pain, I’ll just end up attacking my allies. Do it properly—make sure I don’t turn.” The man responded, his voice strained.

With a grim expression, he pulled his robe aside, revealing the rapid spread of the infection.

Black, bulging veins climbed up his neck from his wounded hand, forming a twisted web beneath his skin, proof of how quickly the zombie virus was taking hold.