[Ruvian's POV]
Ruvian frowned, his eyes staying on Silvena as an anomalous and uneasy feeling slowly filled his chest.
'Weird… I still don't understand how in the world did Silvena manage to catch a cold? And more than that… this doesn't look like an ordinary cold either.'
Under normal circumstances, if a magus got sick, it would not become this serious.
Their bodies were strengthened by mana, much stronger than normal people. Even if they got sick, it would usually be light and would not last long.
But what he was seeing now was completely different. Silvena did not look like someone who was just sick.
Hell, she looked like she was about to die rather than just having a cold.
Ruvian looked at her carefully in silence, observing every small detail with deep focus. Her skin looked pale, her hair was slightly wet and sticking to her temple, and her breathing was uneven and a bit heavy…
'She seemed to be in pain.'
His brows tightened as that thought settled in his mind.
