"Hmm?" Lyon raised his brows. His breath getting uneven. His mind getting a bit cloudy. His limbs heavier with each passing second. His heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears, the poison weaving through his veins. Esmeralda's wicked smile gleamed as she flicked one of her chakrams.
"It seems like it has taken effect," she said, her voice smooth with satisfaction.
Lyon coughed into his hand but grinned, wiping a small trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. "Well played, Poison Princess."
The crowd erupted with awe, realizing the infamous Ouroboros Clan's poison had finally made its mark. The air buzzed with speculation—if Lyon was struggling, this battle might finally tip against him.
Esmeralda spun a chakram lazily in her hand. "This is a special poison I concocted just yesterday. But... I can't believe it took you this long to feel the effects." Her emerald-green eyes sparkled with admiration. "You are, as incredible as always."
