"Number One." Elora scribbled the name upon the book, a hazy black hue forming its words.
Somewhere far from the kingdom, Number One felt his chest tighten for no reason. He rubbed his neck absentmindedly, unaware of the black smoke creeping up from his clothes.
Elora stared at the name, a chilling smile spreading across her lips. With a flick of her wrist, she struck it out with a single stroke.
As the black hue around his name faded, Number One clutched his throat.
The other members froze in shock at Number One's sudden struggle. Unseen to the naked eye, a black mist coiled around his neck, and wisps of black mist slipped into his mouth.
Number Two, who was closest to him, reacted quickly and retrieved a healing potion from her ring. She poured it into his mouth while the others gathered around him.
''What's wrong with Number One?'' Number four asked with a frown.
