The two elders gaped in shock as they watched the scene with absolute disbelief. The buzzing ceased as abruptly as it had begun. The sky, once blackened with wings, cleared in seconds, only to be replaced by a crimson drizzle of liquefied insect remains.
The sand hissed as the corpses hit the ground, releasing faint green smoke that curled into the air like incense from a cursed altar. Both the blood essence and the poison essence shot directly towards Damon, who stood casually, completely unaffected.
Meloman's mouth fell open. "Th-this… this shouldn't be possible. The swarm's poison alone…"
"Was weak," Damon interrupted. He flicked his fingers, and the blood mist around him swirled tighter, absorbing the residual venom from the fallen wasps. "They're loud, but not dangerous."
Narsi could only stare at him, his hands trembling slightly. "Of course, my lord."
