Chapter 155: Invisible Force
Dune walked through the forest, one hand pressed tightly against his shoulder. The wound still stung like fire, even though he’d been pushing Neba into it for a while now.
"This is taking too long," he muttered, frowning.
His fingers brushed the edges of the torn flesh, warm and sticky with half-dried blood.
Normally, a wound like this should’ve started closing by now. Especially with Neba. But instead, it just throbbed, slowly, stubbornly, and reminded him that something was off.
Who the hell was that man?
Dune gritted his teeth. The memory of the shot echoed in his mind. Whoever that bastard was, he knew what he was doing.
And he had left Dune with a wound that wouldn’t heal right, even with Neba flowing through his veins.
As he walked, a wave of dizziness swept over him. His steps slowed.
"Poison...?" he wondered aloud.
He stopped and took a deep breath, planting his feet and letting Neba course through his body like a current.
He closed his eyes, focusing. Searching. If there was poison, he’d find it.