Under the serum's intense stimulation, Mordred's heart rate kept climbing.
The capillaries in her conjunctiva were rupturing under the excessive blood pressure. Blood pooled beneath her sclera, staining both eyes bright red.
"Gawain! End this quickly!"
Mordred shouted at Gawain.
The blood beneath her sclera would not affect her vision, and the serum would remain effective for over sixty hours.
But the Necromancer's Alchemical Serum was nowhere near as gentle as the snake antivenom available on the market. With her magic power circulating, a heart rate of nearly four hundred beats per minute placed far too much strain on her body.
"I don't need you to tell me!"
Gawain shouted back at Mordred.
The heartbeat of the traitor beside him was already as audible as a drum being beaten in the hall. Naturally, Gawain understood what she really meant.
Want to end this quickly?
Then let's end it quickly!
On her throne, Semiramis sensed that something was amiss and roared at Shakespeare, who was still furiously scribbling away beside her:
"Stop playing dead over there! Help me hold them off! Keep standing there like an idiot, and I'll tear up your script first!"
"The lofty queen began threatening the chief playwright beneath her throne, yet the great playwright remained unmoved..."-so wrote Shakespeare.
"CASTER!!!"
With a sharp crack, a bolt of lightning burst from the magecraft circle Semiramis conjured, striking right beside Shakespeare's feet.
"Aaah! One moment! What an impatient queen you are!"
Shakespeare jumped in fright, hurriedly put away his manuscript, then took out a leather-bound notebook and casually leafed through it:
"Well, well, the rebellious knight... the King of Dawn... I grew up hearing both your stories."
As he spoke, Shakespeare extended a hand toward Gawain and addressed him:
"Especially yours, Your Majesty Gawain Pendragon. To this day, I