Clayton was so shocked, he couldn't react at first. The pain struck with such intensity that it left him utterly shaken.
Only after fully registering the agony did his awareness begin to return. That's when he started trying to think—What should I do?
But minutes passed, and he still had no answer.
All he knew was that the longer he waited, the worse it got. The pain spread like poison, seeping into every corner of his body.
Slowly but surely, Clayton's condition began to deteriorate under the assault of the mysterious illness.
Looking at his pale, sweating face, one might've thought he was being drained by some invisible force. But Clayton had no clue what was causing it.
He lay on the floor, trembling, helpless, and without direction.
Hours passed since the illness had returned, yet the pain showed no signs of subsiding. If anything, it grew worse.
