Thankfully, Damon had spent the last few days practically living inside the logic of poisons, breaking them apart, reconstructing them, understanding everything about them from head to toe. So the moment the symptoms aligned, recognition hit him.
"Found you," he muttered.
This wasn't a simple toxin. Crude in design, but viciously effective. The good news was that he knew how to break it down. The bad news was that the antidote required a very specific herb, one that had no business growing in random places.
"Now the real question is…" Damon exhaled slowly. "Will this place even have it?"
He closed his eyes and expanded his senses, pushing past the cave walls, past stone and dust, combing through the terrain as swiftly as he possibly could. He wasn't optimistic. The herb was a rare one. Finding it here would border on absurd. Then his eyes snapped open.
"…You've got to be kidding me."
