About half an hour passed before Almin removed his finger from Langrum's forehead. Almin was breathing heavily, completely sweaty, and his entire flame core was sucked dry before being converted completely to Yang. He wasn't experienced in this, so almost two-thirds were lost; however, when Langrum opened her eyes, a frenzied glow radiated, making it clear that it was enough.
At this moment, the whale approached Almin and touched his forehead, speaking calmly. "When you extract that blood and the flower, the curse will hit you." Only after hearing this did Almin realize that the blood was the origin of the entire swamp on the fifth level.
"What... this blood must be several times more potent. You..." Almin murmured but was soon interrupted.
