There were still many things Lith wanted to ask Kalla, like how she managed to perceive the Clackers’ calls and how to manipulate them, but as his bloodlust receded, he could feel that something was wrong with his body.

The headache had returned worse than ever, and no matter how much he used Invigoration, his energy was leaving him like sand slips between fingers, no matter how hard one clenches his fist.

Soon he wasn’t even able to stand, his eyelids were drooping, forcing him to fight just to remain conscious.

– “You seem to have a fever.” Solus warned him.

“Impossible. Except during my first years of life, I never got sick. Not even a flu.” –   His breathing turned ragged, Lith lied on the cavern’s floor, feeling the comforting coldness of the rocks ease the heat waves ravaging his flesh.

“I think I need to rest for…”

Lith fell asleep even before finishing the sentence. Both Byks had no idea what to do. Even with their limited knowledge of humans, they were capable of understanding that Lith’s constant shivering and sweating bullets wasn’t normal.