Chapter 42

Compared to Allen, who remained utterly unaffected, the others were in rough shape.

Maine and Dorio were both clutching their heads, dazed.

Kiwi was in even worse condition—her face contorted in pain as she leaned against the wall and vomited a pool of green fluid. The acrid stench of stomach acid mixed with the synthetic sweetness of nutrient paste—sickening even to witness.