Who knew that the spitgrass potion still existed. He and the others were sure that they had burned the land near the mountains but here this black witch had injected him with the potion which they believed they didn't have to worry about.
His eyes started to blackout before his vision came back again.
"If I am not wrong I can tell you that your heart is pumping so loud that you're feeling as if it might burst at any moment right. You are swaying with a headache and soon you will lose vision of what is right and what is wrong," Isaiah looked at him with a bored look, waiting for Damien to pass out forever, "I am glad that you brought Penelope here. Though I don't understand why you didn't bring me here along with you, was it to stop me from taking part in this little night out?"
"Why are you helping the Artemis?" Damien asked him, coughing as blood came out of his mouth.
