Chapter 139 The Mysterious Affliction

• Raphael walked quickly through the hallways, his chest tightening with worry. Damian’s condition had been bad earlier, but something inside Raphael told him it wasn’t just a passing sickness. He pushed the door to Damian’s room open and hurried inside.
• Damian was still lying on the bed, his face pale and his shirt soaked with sweat. His breathing was shallow, and his hands twitched slightly, as if he were fighting an invisible battle in his sleep.
• “Damian,” Raphael muttered under his breath, moving closer to the bed. “You’ve always been tough, brother. Don’t you dare give up now.”