The others stared down at what Raze had thrown toward them, their eyes locking onto the small, round pills resting in their hands. Even before examining them closely, they knew exactly what they were. These were Qi pills, yet not just any Qi pills. Etched clearly into the surface of each one was a familiar marking: DM.
It had been a long time since any of them had seen pills like these. In Pagna, they were infamous. A staple of desperate battles, last stands, and impossible odds. Qi pills were designed to allow warriors with weaker cultivation to temporarily rise up and fight opponents far beyond their natural limits. However, the pill they now held was something far more dangerous, and far more valuable.
This wasn't just a Qi pill.
This was a cursed Qi pill.
