"What should we do about this poison? It's sapping our strength," Joseph exclaimed, his brow furrowed with concern.
The group exchanged worried glances, their minds racing for a solution. With the poison coursing through their veins, time was of the essence. They knew they couldn't afford to let it continue unchecked.
Realization dawned upon them—all they could do was end the battle swiftly. There was no cure for the poison, not in the midst of combat. Their only hope lay in defeating the Malefic Trents before the venom claimed them all.
Harkor and Sybille shared a silent understanding, their gazes locking in determination. They knew what needed to be done. With a wordless agreement, they tapped into the depths of their Blood Magic, drawing upon its potent energies to fuel their spells.
