Chapter 216: I Won’t Be Dying, Teacher
When Atlas turned his gaze to Talon, it was as if Talon was telling Atlas where Cordelia was with his eyes.
It was as if Talon was using his eyes to express sentences consisting of dozens of words.
When Atlas began walking as if there were nothing inside the enlarged tent and moved toward the place he understood from Talon’s gaze, it was as if he had been teleported to another place.
It was clear who was there.
The tent had suddenly grown as large as a mansion room, and it was very clear that someone was lying on the bed in the room.
Cordelia was lying on the bed, sweating, with dark circles under her eyes and veins visible to the naked eye, wearing only a nightgown.
Atlas furrowed his brows at that moment. He knew exactly what this poison was. It was a replica of the symptoms of the poison that had killed the Sages in his previous life.
He had seen Cordelia in battle a few times. Each time, her veins were purple and glowing emerald green, her skin was snow-white, and the area under her eyes was purple, painted with a dead expression.
Cordelia had been exposed to the poison again.
Atlas, without even considering the possibility of the poison infecting him, had walked over to his teacher, who had supported him for years, and without hesitation, sat down on the edge of the bed and took Cordelia’s left hand.
"I’ve never seen you this weak before, my lady," Atlas said suddenly. He could almost see that Cordelia was awake.