{Rejoice, Heretic. You have slain the Wretched Maiden of Despair}.
{Seals of Sin: 21/1000}.
***
Nero collapsed to the ground and retched heavily.
A thick, disgusting glob of something was spat from the depths of his stomach.
Already twisting into knots, that was the only thing that provided his bowels some relief.
The feeling of the hard stone on his painful skin made him feel both relief and anguish.
He couldn't stop the frail curse from rising off his lips as he let out a groan.
He tried to open his eyes, but even after that, he realized all he could see, was black.
He truly was blind.
With trembling hands, he slowly felt up all around him.
Finding the pile of bunched up clothes, he dug through them for some time before finding what he was looking for.
The feeling of the smooth glass on his palm brought him relief.
He quickly uncorked the small vial, froze for a moment, then brought it up to his nose.
