Chapter 420: I Need a Sword to Kill You?
"Tracy!"
Seeing Tracy curled up on the bed in pain, John rushed to her side, pulling her soft body into his arms.
He pressed his fingers to her pulse.
Tracy's pulse was erratic—sometimes slow, like water flowing gently, and at other times, violent, like the beating of a drum. It was utterly abnormal.
"What's going on?"
John frowned, his gaze flicking to the Tripod of Cyan resting beside her bed, his thoughts racing.
Tracy, her voice barely a whisper, managed to speak through the pain. "John... Over the past few days, I've been unable to control the tripod..."
Every time the pain hit her, Tracy had no choice but to summon the Tripod of Cyan to alleviate the excruciating discomfort in her stomach.
But every time the tripod glowed, Tracy felt a sharp, piercing pain in her head, as if someone was speaking to her within her mind. The words were blurred, unintelligible to her.
To avoid worrying others, Tracy had kept her suffering a secret, telling everyone she was simply studying new recipes at the clinic.
John's heart ached as he watched her suffer, but he had no experience in dealing with such mystical ailments.