Damon turned back to Ellora. "Take care of all their needs and get the alchemists and poison masters to work with Arya. Do you understand?"
Ellora nodded immediately. "Understood, my Lord."
"And I want a full report of what they have already figured out. Also get me some samples of the soul poison they have brewed. See if they can make more of it and different kinds of the same poison."
Ellora did not understand the purpose. Nevertheless she took the job with full seriousness.
Damon gave her a few more instructions and watched her leave, her full behind swaying sinfully with her every step. Usually he would have enjoyed the view but, right now his mind was somewhere else.
He might not have grasped the elusive thought that tugged at him during the battle. However, he did manage to think of something else. Something else that could actually solve the big glaring weakness he had currently.
His soul!
What if he used a poison to make his soul stronger?
