Garen received it conscientiously and continued absorbing it. Once again, the immense nauseous feeling re-emerged.
He could barely hold the urge to bend over and vomit but immediately resisted it again.
"Such strong willpower. Very persistent," Ann nodded with satisfaction. "You are now qualified to become a Holy Spirit. If you are pious enough, that is."
"Thank you… for the compliment…" Garen squeezed out the words. His entire body was shivering and coated with cold sweat as he crouched on the ground, too afraid to move as he feared he would vomit. He felt an excruciating pain in his abdomen as strong surges to puke washed over him.
Ann stared at Garen in awe.
"Your soul's strength has dropped slightly. Seems like this soul toxin really does have a debilitating effect. Maybe it's because your resistance is relatively high, that's why I thought it wasn't working at first…"
She bent her head seemingly in deep thought.
