Feron smirked, his curved sword dripping faint red light.
"Indeed, all four of us are Stabilization Stage Cultivators, which means we can already use our traits. And mine..."
He tapped his blade, pointing at the mana.
"Not only does it slow your healing, but it also makes the pain linger longer, making it harder for you to think."
Garion flexed his injured arm, and just like Feron said, he could still feel the pain, although it had been quite some time.
"No wonder it hasn't healed after a long time, and it still burns like hell."
Suddenly, a shout appeared just right behind him.
"Rending Talon!"
Dario burst forward, claws flashing green.
Garion turned too late as the hooked gauntlets raked his back, tearing his flesh and making Garion stumble forward.
And instantly, his head grew heavy, vision shaking. A dull sickness began to spread from his wound and into his whole body.
Garion quickly tried to steady himself, his eyes narrowing.
"So yours... poison?"
