WARNING: Content below might be mildly triggering or disturbing in some sense. Proceed with caution.
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Pain gripped Lyeian as morning arrived. He felt endless waves of excruciating pain run through his whole body as he staggered out of the cave room.
His eyes were purple, and his hands were burning with flames. He couldn't tell what was wrong with him, but he felt like he was going to explode anytime soon.
"Father..." He managed to cry as he staggered out of the cave that morning. He fell to the ground while looking around; there were no signs of Mr. Albert. Just like there was no sign of Lysander in the room they both shared.
Only Kyle was there. He lay there on the ground, breathing slowly.
"Brother..." Lyeian called beneath his heavy breath as he made his way to where he was, crawling to Kyle's side.
Kyle slowly opened his eyes; the pain was still aching through his body. He still felt himself burning up inside. But he was still alive. Strangely.
