Zheng's eyes blinked open and an unfamiliar figure before him. It wasn't his second in command; the person he had commanded to bring him the cure. "Who are you?" He growled, his mind still hazy from the five hundred year old sleep. He stirred, slowly growing more aware around him but also of the disease still coursing through him, destroying him. "The cure, give it to me." He demanded, a tinge of desperation in his voice
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5I may be crazy..!
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