The clock struck midnight.
The toad venom mixture reached full potency within Zairine's body, spreading like wildfire through every vein.
She curled upon the bed, every organ writhing as though torn apart, wave after wave of searing agony swept through her.
She tossed and turned, unable to close her eyes, enduring every moment until dawn broke, when exhaustion finally claimed her, and she slipped into a brief, heavy sleep.
Rynel had not returned all night.
When daylight came, Zairine rose with great difficulty, her limbs weak and heavy. A sharp, metallic taste rose in her throat.
She coughed violently, and a mouthful of dark blood spilled forth. Staring at the crimson stain upon the cloth, she knew she had little time left.
'It was well. Every bond would at last be severed.'
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