I stared at Scion's still form. He had been lying in bed for hours, yet his eyes remained closed.
"How did this happen...?"
Just this morning, I had been interrogating him about yesterday's events when he suddenly collapsed, coughing up blood. What in the world was going on?
Scion had never suffered from any chronic illness. Looking back on my memories, even in the previous timeline, he had never been this sick. So why was he spitting up
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