Ashmaris's pov
"How much do you know about the phantom rot?" I asked Malrien if we walked to the secret chamber where the corpse was kept.
"I read about it but it doesn't talk about the Wyrmprye, it is just said when someone who is poisoned by a phantom rot scratches another person with their fingers the person got poisoned." He rambled as if he just discovered something huge.
"That makes sense" I said, we reached the chamber the door was opened, Priet was holding his chest. "Are you okay?"
Priet turned to me, "Yes, I have never seen a Wyrmprye before, i don't even know the legend is true" Priet whizzed out.
"It is, A Wyrmprye is mutant made from a poison called the phantom rot" I tell Priet,
"I never knew the poison can be made and who did that too a poor girl" Priet shakes his head.
"We don't know that yet but we will find who it is and what they are after" I said, my eyes fell on the shattered window, glass scattered on the floor.
