Yeshiya had seen her uncle. He was a survivor and he was like a corpse. At 50 years old, he was incredibly weak and had lost most of his level due to the disease. Now, he looked thirty years older.
But at least he was alive, and this was because he was level 20 when he contracted it. She was only level 15. What would happen to her?!
She had taken the inhibitor, but it seemed like its effectiveness had worn out. She heard that it significantly slowed down the disease, but she realized she had been afflicted long ago; the onset had been delayed. If there was any comfort, the inhibitor guaranteed she would not go past level 2.
It was still so painful. So very painful.
Even if it was not as bad as those who had been completely afflicted, it still felt like she was burning from the inside. If she were to touch water now, she felt it would let out some steam.
