Symptoms

Liam's mind was a whirlwind of confusion as he grappled with the inexplicable symptoms assaulting his body.

The routine combat practice, usually a sanctuary of focus and discipline, now felt like a battleground against an unseen foe.

Each strike was accompanied by a nagging ache in his abdomen, a discomfort that seemed to intensify with every passing moment.

Desperation etched lines of worry across his brow as he fought to maintain his composure, unwilling to let his fellow warriors see the turmoil raging within.

But as the dizziness overwhelmed him, Liam's strength wavered, and he stumbled to the ground, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Liam!" Philip's voice cut through the haze, his concern palpable as he rushed to Liam's side. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

Philip's words were a lifeline, pulling Liam back from the brink of panic. "I-I don't know," Liam stammered, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I just...I feel...strange."