The laughing Central Asian suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if a powerful malice was descending upon him.
In this over thirty degrees weather, not only did he not feel the previous heat, but instead, he felt cold all over, with his hair standing on end.
"God of Light protect us, Alpamus, what's wrong with you?" a companion next to him noticed and asked.
"Nothing... I'm fine!" Alpamus felt a slight dizziness but forced himself to stay composed, as he was the fearless warrior of the Lord, not a cowardly weakling.
"You might have heatstroke, lie down quickly."
"I said, I'm... fine!" Alpamus replied impatiently, a little heatstroke wouldn't take him down. Yet at that moment, an even stronger malice surged towards him, his vision suddenly went black, and his strong body slowly fell.
"Alpamus!"
"Alpamus, God of Light protect us, wake up quickly!"
It seemed like countless indistinct voices were calling by his ears.
