Third Person's POV
The tendrils reached his body.
Then—
They sank directly into his skin.
One after another, the streams of violet liquid were absorbed into Ethan's body.
Eleanor's expression became increasingly tense as she watched the potion enter his bloodstream.
Now, all they could do was wait and see whether their desperate gamble would succeed.
The women knew that his condition was very critical, but they didn't know its severity from the inside.
Ethan's blood and veins had strangely been dyed in shades of poisonous blue, while his ice mana had been depleted to almost nothing.
Even his internal organs had become infected, their vitality slowly being eroded by the terrifying poison.
His heart, which continued beating inside his chest, had turned an unnatural shade of poisonous blue, and each sluggish beat came with increasing difficulty.
It seemed as if it would stop beating at any second.
