Grishka moved swiftly through the darkened forest, following the faint trail of Byung's mana. The deeper she went, the more unnatural the silence became. Then she saw him.
Byung was on the ground in a small clearing, convulsing violently. His body jerked and twisted as if being electrocuted from within. His eyes were rolled back, and thick white foam was shooting violently from his mouth, splattering across the dead grass.
Grishka's heart clenched, but she remained calm. Panic would help no one. She rushed to his side, dropping to her knees beside him. She placed a massive hand on his chest and felt his pulse — it was dropping at an alarming rate, growing weaker by the second.
"No…" she signed to herself, though no one was there to see.
