Although Balistan hadn't suspected that the Lord would harm him, he drank the potion, and Lance proceeded to pour the rest of it onto the wound on his leg.
Unexpectedly, just a few drops triggered a severe reaction; the pus-filled sores dissolved and burst, releasing pale yellow pus, accompanied by a disgusting stench.
This couldn't be considered treatment by any means, so Lance looked to the woman, hoping for an explanation.
The woman remained calm as she slowly spoke, "Those muscles have rotted and become a breeding ground for viruses; they must be cleaned both inside and out."
Lance didn't say much in response. He could only wait for the reaction to take its course, continually pouring on the potion, then rinsing away the filth with clean water, and then applying more potion to dissolve the pus-filled sores.
Strangely, Balistan hardly felt anything, as if the leg wasn't his, which in some ways confirmed the woman's words: the muscles had indeed rotted away.
