The profound weight of the tone of her voice hung in the air, making the atmosphere feel heavy. Not a single one of them could take their eyes off the vial that stored a drop of the most powerful poison in human civilization, perhaps even in the galaxy. Even just beholding a projection of the poison made them feel like they were staring death in the face. As if they had come face to face with the very incarnation of death itself.
"…So that's what they use to destroy infected worlds," Runark murmured with an awed tone of voice. "Uncle Rui truly is amazing."
Even Ria couldn't deny his words. Whatever qualms she might have had with her father, she couldn't deny that he was the greatest Martial Artist in history.
"Big brother's poison is the only poison we have against infected worlds," Arastia remarked, swiping the projection away. "Otherwise, we would be in tremendous amounts of trouble."
