The underground laboratory fell into a heavy, suffocating silence as the green emergency lanterns flickered weakly against the shattered granite columns.
The five inside the lab with Taziraka all surrounded the Supreme Mandra, waiting for him to sink into reality and collect himself for a few more minutes.
Taziraka leaned his broad back against the stone pillar, coughing up a thick globule of black alchemical bile onto the flooded floor after a few minutes.
Sagiri knelt beside him, pressing his palm gently against the Mandra's chest to help him push out the poison in the system. The beast art was largely to be thanked for because his body was fighting to rid itself of the poison in his system.
The poison and corruption could have killed any other person in a matter of minutes after the anchor was severed. The corruption was so potent that it could turn the victim into a shell, but when severed after heavy corruption, it could kill in minutes.
