Chapter 18: Morpho
When morning came, Cyril woke up in a terrible state.
His head was threatening to crack open, and it felt like something wanted to come out.
I need to get up before it's too late...
Reaching the bathroom in a hurry, he lowered his head before a sink, closed his eyes, and barfed.
Cyril felt much better after that, but a certain pain was still present.
Is it usually so painful? He didn't hear anything about that.
He opened his eyes, and what greeted him was blood.
Lying at the center of the sink painted red was a mass of flesh, about the size of a fist.
What the hell? The sight left him in shock.
Sure, he felt a bit bad, but he didn't think it was to this extent.
"Are you fine, Cyril!? I am so sorry... I think it might be my fault!" Rhamn was in a rarely seen state of panic. her usual confident demeanor was replaced by worry and guilt.