4:10 a.m., downstream of the Moonfall River, inside the Allied Forces' temporary rest camp.
"Warrant Officer Elliott, why do you look so pale? Are you all right? Do you need the medics to treat you again?"
At the communications unit's station, the communications team leader immediately asked Elliott with concern upon seeing his deathly pale face.
"No need, sir. I'm fine. The most critical toxins were already expelled during the treatment just now. It's probably because my immune system hasn't recovered yet. There's no need for another treatment."
Elliott replied with difficulty, but then, as if he had sensed something, his expression abruptly changed. He immediately clutched his stomach, cold sweat streaming down his face as he said:
"Um, sir, I might need to use the restroom. Could I..."
"Ah, it's fine. Go take care of that first. I was just about to check on the others anyway."
"Thank you, sir."
"Tap, tap!"
As he watched the team leader leave, an almost imperceptible glint flashed through Elliott's eyes.
Yet on the surface, he continued to maintain his weak appearance. Then, staggering through the camp, he made his way to the open-air latrine in the forest behind it.
After six hours of rest and treatment by the medical unit, the soldiers with milder symptoms had already recovered, while those more severely poisoned had been transferred to temporary medical tents.
As a result, there was no one near the open-air latrine at this time.
After looking around and using a spell to extend his senses, confirming that no one was watching him, Elliott released the hand clutching his abdomen and quickly headed deeper into the forest under the cover of the trees.
He did not stop until he had reached a spot roughly a kilometer away from the camp.
Then, without hesitation,