The glowing fragments dissolved into nothing before Astrael's wide eyes. His breath caught in his throat as panic surged in him in addition to the poison searing deeper in him. Albeit slowly, due to the newly gained poison resistance skill, but spreading inside him like a leech.
Wha—" he tried to move forward, but his legs buckled beneath him.
Then Baldoc's rough hand caught him by the collar, steadying him like a ragdoll. The old man smirked faintly, the kind that never reached his hollow eyes. "Relax, boy. I was joking."
From his sleeve, Baldoc drew another vial, this one humming faintly with golden ripples of divine energy. Without waiting for permission, he shoved it against Astrael's lips. "Drink it. Unless you prefer dying here."
