The potion sizzled and swirled. After a short while, it calmed down and settled on a golden color.
Xisuma grabbed a potion bottle and filled it with the cure.
Mumbo followed Xisuma as he went through a new door in the wall that Mumbo hadn't noticed before. It led into a small room with one thing in it; a bed. On the bed was Grian.
Grian's wings were half their former size, and the dusty remnants looked like they might scatter with a touch. His skin was completely white.
Mumbo's eyes widened. "How long has he been like this?" he asked Xisuma.
"Ten days. He fell into a coma right after you left," Xisuma replied.
Mumbo would have questioned further, but Grian's life was on the line. He stepped back towards the door and gestured for Xisuma to go ahead.
Xisuma poured the potion into Grian's mouth and forced him to swallow.
Grian's wings blew away into dust. His skin began to turn black, starting from his fingertips.
"GRIAN!" Mumbo screamed.
Xisuma looked horrified.
And Grian vanished.
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Fanfiction(Formerly Cold Chills) Grian feels off. He's always cold, even though it's summer. He tells himself it's nothing. But it's impossible to tell himself he's fine anymore when he starts hallucinating.
