Exhaustion washed over the surviving Leopard Clan like a heavy tide. The area was silent, save for the wary footsteps of the Night Watchers and the crackling of bonfires.
Bai Wanwan slept soundly in Xin Feng's warm embrace, while Zhu Xiu stood guard a short distance away, a statue melting into the night. His scarlet, slitted pupils glinted occasionally in the darkness.
In the latter half of the night, an agonized groan echoed from a corner of the temporary infirmary.
The beastman on duty discovered with alarm that a young Leopard Beastman, whose injuries hadn't initially seemed the most severe, had taken a sudden turn for the worse.
His face was turning a purplish-blue, his breathing was labored, and his muscles were convulsing uncontrollably. He was on the verge of suffocating.
The poison was bizarre. The Clan Witch had used medicine to slow its effects during the day, but it had flared up unexpectedly in the middle of the night.
