Cough. Cough.”
Alveron was huddling in a corner, coughing.
Just like Weed, he got the terrible cold and was on the verge of death.
Even when you’re a candidate for Pope, a cold didn’t look over you.
‘I’m really going to die now.’
Due to lowered Stamina and Life, he couldn’t even raise a finger.
Surrounding them was just ice and snow.
They somehow found a cave near the Valley of Death and came in, but it didn’t help much to shield from the iciness.
If they got terribly cold in such a place, they had no other way out but to die.
Since his ill body would remain and freeze away, even if he logged out it would make no difference. It seemed like he could not avoid death.
‘I was careless.’