Darian writhed on the ground, and his body convulsed continuously; the blue veins on his forehead and limbs bulged out terrifyingly, and the sweat on his body kept pouring out, soaking his shirt. I could see how much pain he was in, but he just gritted his teeth and endured it without even moaning.
My tears fell uncontrollably. I choked up, calling Darian's name, but he couldn't respond to my words. I greatly blame myself; why did I push Darian into this dire situation? If I wasn't so eager to win, I should have the toxicologists test the antidote before informing Darian. Darian trusted me so much, but I let him down. It should have been me who should have suffered, not Darian. I am to blame him.
Suddenly, Darian had a strange behavior. His muscles grew more prominent, and his clothes gradually fell apart. He couldn't help but scream.
"Darian!" I panicked and wanted to do something but couldn't. I could only stand still, watching Darian miserably.
Soon, I was dumbfounded, looking at t
