Seeing the way they talked, Klaus could see the strong friendship between them. He approached the bed, seeing Michael's condition firsthand. The man looked emaciated, and the black streaks of the poison running through his veins were visible on the surface.
He touched Michael's arm with his forefinger. Opening his eyes wide, Klaus felt the life force from him almost disappear.
"Laplace, do you think this is the poison of the wendigo?" Klaus muttered.
"Exactly. I've never heard of a wendigo having poison before. All my n should have experienced the sa thing if Michael had been poisoned. It looks like soone is intentionally harming him."
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