Atheline took measured steps as he walked toward the massive door.
The distance between the high table and the great door of the banquet hall wasn't too far but at the moment it stretched way too long.
The black carpet doubled slightly, then returned to normal, but Atheline's body couldn't react to his doubled vision.
His breath was carefully controlled but beneath it all, the poison surged like a storm crushing through his body.
The previous poisonous heat had doubled now, coiling around his chest pressing tighter and tighter.
The thump in his chest was audible to his ears almost deafening him. Despite remaining calm, he was still worried it would be too loud.
At the moment Atheline was starting to lose his hearing but some filtered words could still reach him.
He pressed forward despite the need to just let his body go. His trimmed nails dug into his palms as he held himself up with pure willpower.
