Sylas rushed out of the city, coughing and wheezing. Veins of black and green crawled up his jaw and out of the corner of his eye.
Every time he hacked and wheezed, another large globule of poison would be coughed out, burning a hole through the ground between his feet.
That had been close.
He knew that the Shrine would be sturdy, but he hadn't wanted to destroy it before the Fortress was in place.
Who would have thought that such a mutation would occur?
It was truly too difficult to take into account every variable in a world like this one.
Luckily, in this case, Sylas was strong enough. The fact he was hacking and wheezing was actually a good sign. It meant his body was smoothly expelling the poison, and he would be fine very soon.
'So very odd. The number of Foundations of that Demonic Poison was only 40 or so, just like the Woodland Spider Queen. Yet, it was actually able to impact me so much. Just what is the difference?'
