My father was pale. The energy of his body was fading away, and so was the light of his eyes.
His hands trembled as he raised them.
"Son… Where… where are you, son…"
I immediately ran towards my father, containing the tears I never thought I would shed for another person in my life.
"I am here… father." I said.
My father's emerald eyes looked into my own, as a small smile emerged on his lips.
"Blake…" he muttered.
My father's Qi was slowly decreasing, the vitality of his body was slowly decreasing every second.
My mother was crying desperately while clenching her fist.
"Don't cry…" he said.
"Don't leave me, Joan! Not when… When I am pregnant again…" she cried.
Pregnant? My mother is pregnant again?
"Ungh… Haha… What a way to know such good news…" he let out a muttered laugh.
I looked into my father's pale face, he seemed to be on death's door.
He looked at me while holding my mother's hand.
A tender smile emerged on his lips, as his eyes seemed to be filled with sorrow.
"I am sorry… Blake… Your father… was not as strong as he made himself to be…" he cried.
His eyes began to swell as he tried to contain his tears. I could see that my father didn't want to go …
I remembered my life in here… For almost six years I've been living here with my family.
With my father… His cheerful personality, his strong and unwavering nature.
I don't want him to go either. This is way too sudden.
"Remember… Mary… Blake… I will always love you… Okay?" he asked.
"Don't say such things! T-There might be medics coming at any moment! R-Right?" asked Mary.
"Who would even want to come to heal this old man…?" he sighed.
"But…! Someone, bring someone to heal my husband! Why is nobody doing something?!" roared my mother.
"With what money?" asked one of the survivors.
"EH?!" asked my mother.
"A doctor… a healer… or a priest… there are only one of each in the village, and each one of them cost a fortune to hire! D-Do you think we have money?!" asked another.
"H-How can… you say that…" muttered my mother.
My father caressed my mother's hand as he smiled.
"Its fine…" he sighed.
"No, it's not fine!" she cried.
My mother's face was twisting in sorrow and frustration, as I stood there looking at my father.
Erika reached the scene as she stood looking in silence.
"Blake… Y-You're the only man in the family… after… I go… It's all up to you…" said my father.
"Father… No… You won't die on me." I said.
I wasn't someone resourceful to not have thought about such a future as of now. I had accumulated herbs with healing properties even if they were only good at healing stomachaches all this time because I knew they would one day be useful.
And I've been making special pills using Alchemy in Erika's house using them because of the possibility of a day to come.
By using Alchemy, the dust of Spirit Orbs, medicinal herbs, and all my efforts, I had already made what I called Healing Pills. They were no higher than Rare-Grade, the highest I could make.
I don't know if they'll work on my father, but I also had magic at my side.
Even if I had to reveal that I had such a talent to the crowd around, there was no time for me to falter.
I took out several red-colored pills from my Spatial Bag, and gave three to my father, alongside a cup of water I filled using the Water Magic Spell "Water Drop".
"Father, trust me and eat these." I told him.
"W-What? What are these?" asked my mother.
"They're special pills that hasten the regeneration of the body and lessen pain… I've made them using Alchemy… Father, listen to me and eat them, quickly!" I said.
My father opened his eyes wide as he looked at me while raising his eyebrows.
"T-This is…" he muttered.
My father swallowed saliva, as he opened his mouth and I put the pills inside. He began to bite them with all the leftover strength he had, as I gave him a cup of water.
He drank the water faintly, as he gasped for air.
Suddenly, my father's entire body began to palpitate.
It was as if his heart was beating incredibly fast.
His Qi went insane, flowing everywhere.
These pills hastened regeneration by spending the Qi of the body.
I could see the wave of golden energy flowing inside of his body, reaching the enormous wound on the side of his ribs while quickly beginning to gather a lot of energy to the area.
My father began to groan in pain, the wound healing was even more painful than I thought.
"B-Blake! What did you give to your father?!" asked my mother.
"It is a healing pill, the pain that he is going through is natural, the cells of his body are being forcefully divided so the lost tissue can be recovered." I explained.
"W-What?" asked my mother in disbelief. She didn't know anything about this.
My father began to develop a fever, as his entire face turned red. Something wrong was going on.
The people around us quickly looked at the scene.
I desperately took out the bandages around his wound and found the problem.
His wound was already rotting.
This was… the power of Demon Energy.
Demons leaked this energy everywhere and coated their bodies with it naturally.
Anything they hit was always going to get this energy stuck to them.
It was an energy from another dimension, if it gets inside of wounds, it might even stop their regeneration.
There was a lot of rotten tissue already. Although the effects of the pills were strong, they were not able to fight against this.
"The necrosis is not so deep, Eleanora, come assist me!" I said, summoning Eleanora.
I took out a knife from my pocket.
I will have to cut out all the rotten tissue myself.