The Grim Sand Drake tried to calm itself as its exceptional draconic blood tried to purify the poison. The poison damage that ate away at its life by more than a hundred HP per second started to reduce to below a hundred.
It could cure itself?! Jack realized in consternation. Shit! So it was as Peniel said. His luck did not give him a free meal on two giant monsters' drops.
"I strongly suggest that you run," Peniel advised as she sensed that Jack was intending to attack.
Even so, the Grim Sand Drake's HP was very low already. It was just a bit over 6000 HP. Jack was waiting for its HP to go down until it was close to 1000 HP before taking action in order to be sure. But he would take the risk now, if the drake managed to cure the poison effect entirely, he would have no more chance. He activated the Fireball scroll in his hand, the only one he had in his bag which he bought before he left for the expedition.
