[Darcia's Perspective]
For a solid two weeks, Isyra fervently prayed to Alessia, and her dedication bore fruit. She approached us with a radiant joy, claiming she had received a vision from Alessia, securing a temporary reprieve from the impending Curse. Isyra's negotiations had granted us an additional six months before Alessia's wrath would escalate.
In Shadowpaw's workshop, where blueprints for the Chrono-Disruptor sprawled across tables, and welding sparks filled the air, we absorbed the news. The weight of impending doom seemed to lift.
"Thank goodness," Isyra sighed, nodding with relief. "This means surely we can do it!"
Iris smirked confidently. "Of course we can. Even if we only had one month, we could do it… right?"
Shadowpaw chuckled, his welding tools in hand. "Hell no. I just said I'd help 'cause I was bored. I'd need at least a few months to make another one — 5 tops. One month was cutting it more than close."
Zachary added, "One month to stop the apocalypse is kinda crazy."
"I wish there was some way I could speak to Kaizer right now…" I murmured, feeling the increasing burden of pain. Sighing, I left the workshop. "I'm going to go relax in the living room."
The unbearable pain, a reminder of my unfulfilled thirst, became more frequent. Having abstained from injections since our arrest by Bloodguard, I needed blood. Collapsing onto the living room couch, I winced in agony.
Isyra slithered into the room. "Darcia?"
"I need… blood…" I groaned. "Injection."
"She needs her blood injection," Iris stated, entering the room with a packet, tube, and needle in hand. With precision, she administered the Best Blood into my system, and I released a long sigh.
"Thank you, Iris," I expressed my gratitude.
"Of course," she replied with a smile. "I'm here to help."