The dark-red aura around the spear was wild and chaotic, changing nature and frequency each second, never playing the same tune twice.
When paired with the spear's power, that energy's effects turned out to be quite deadly.
Andrew was a mess, his poor condition going far beyond his missing arm. While the first amphora had healed him, Liam had prevented him from drinking all its contents, and the poison had kept doing damage.
It wasn't just about the ongoing infections, either. Andrew had been immersed in the toxic swamp during the previous exchanges, and Liam had coated both his greatsword and fan in his venom, applying additional doses.
Flesh that had just regrown started melting again. Black patches and blood vessels expanded over Andrew's figure, and even his Qi began leaking dark trails, disrupting its functioning.
