"They've been poisoned. And it's a very potent poison."
Hearing that, everyone's faces grew somber.
"Poison? Are you sure, Sister?" Elina asked seriously.
Freya didn't answer right away. She walked over to one of the soldiers, crouched down, and checked his pulse.
Under everyone's curious gaze, she nodded and said calmly, "It's the same poison I found in my soldiers at the northern border last time."
She stood up and turned toward Elina, Evalyn, and the mages.
"The name of the poison is still unknown, but I call it Sarofang. It's a dangerous poison that slowly erodes a person's life while causing excruciating pain. If it isn't treated within two hours, the person will die and… rot."
Her explanation shocked everyone.
"Within two hours, the person who was poisoned will die and… rot?" the mage repeated in horror, covering her mouth with her right hand.
Everyone was speechless, exchanging nervous glances.
