Everyone felt that something was increasingly wrong.
Meanwhile, Gelman's body grew colder and colder. Sweat soaked through his clothes, and his brows remained tightly furrowed in a grave expression, but he never woke.
They tried crushing the All-Curing Herb into juice and forcing it down his throat to see if it would help.
But even after half an hour, it had no effect. After all, the "herb" could only "cure all illnesses"; it couldn't solve every problem.
Besides, Gelman's condition might not have been caused by an illness.
They were left with no choice but to take out the Breath of the Archangel and use it to treat Gelman.
Just then, Gelman's eyelids and fingers twitched, as if he were about to wake up. So they put away their last resort—the Breath of the Archangel.
Biscuit and Shizuku began calling Gelman's name. They sat him up and shook him.
This time, their calls seemed to work. Gelman suddenly woke, opened his eyes, and gulped down air as if he had been suffocating moments earlier.
The others were bewildered. Once he had more or less recovered, they asked him what had happened.
Gelman recalled the contents of his nightmare and thought them over carefully. He gradually worked out what he had dreamed about.
"I had a dream... I dreamed of five 'symbols.'"
He had fallen unconscious atop the Ancient Labyrinth's tower, suffered a nightmare, and dreamed of "five symbols"? The others couldn't help thinking the worst.
Ging sat down cross-legged and asked solemnly, "What 'symbols' did you dream of?"
Gelman had no intention of keeping it to himself. At a time like this, he needed everyone to put their heads together.
"The first was probably the Kakin Royal Family's Poison Pot."
Ging knew a fair bit about the subject. Well-informed as