"Haa…haa…haa…"
The only thing Gio could hear was the sound of his own breathing. His eyesight was basically useless. He was seeing thirteen versions of the world that collided with each other and turned it into a blur of colors.
His mind was so overwhelmed by pain that he could barely glimpse the true picture the [Memory Book] tried to show him.
He was on the verge of death.
"Haa…haa…haa…"
With his last bit of power, he willed energy into his Storage Hole and dragged himself through the door.
Clatter!
The sound of tools and trinkets falling to the ground filled his ears, making them ring. His arms went to a small case that fell, covering it in blood as he pried it open to reveal the small metal syringes within.
He only needed one. He remembered picking it up, but his consciousness was almost entirely gone by the time he injected it into his arm.
But the only thing that mattered was the fact that he injected it.
