"Answer me this..." Michael muttered. "Did you eat some kind of green chocolate bar on the spaceship, perchance?"
Arthur didn't answer. Instead, he kept on walking toward Michael, yet his steps were slow—extremely slow.
Michael didn't feel like he was in danger since Arthur was literally not letting out even a single bit of mana. However, the sheer fact that he was green slightly startled him.
Nonetheless, he proceeded to meet Arthur halfway, and the moment he did, Michael stared into his eyes.
They weren't blank or anything. It just simply seemed like he had seen some fucked up shit up there.
"You good?" Michael asked.
Arthur sighed and slowly nodded. "I'm afraid not. I need a heal, and I need it fast."
"Why?" Michael tilted his head. "Are you poisoned?"
