Voss Serphent lay on the cold forest floor, pale blue eyes dim with exhaustion. Frail from severe asthma and anemia, he managed to use his inhaler, but it brought little relief. As his vision blurred, he saw a woman approaching and, with a weak voice, pleaded "Please, help me...My asthma and anemia are getting worse. I can barely move and feel so sick....and faint.” His eyes were filled with desperate hope
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