"It's too despicable, brother."
Yaga shook her head in disappointment. "You've always been like this, always."
She took out her Magic Drug Pot and picked up Koshchey's spoon, pouring out a drop and tipping it into his mouth. But this time, the usual dose could no longer bring about its miraculous effects, and Koshchey continued to suffer.
She froze for a moment, somewhat panicked, and kept pouring the Magic Potion into Koshchey's throat until, after half the pot, Koshchey barely started to breathe again.
However, no sooner had his complexion relaxed for an instant than it turned ashen once more.
As if enduring some agony, numerous cyan-purple veins emerged beneath his slack skin, crawling over his body like vines. He stared wide-eyed in astonishment, clutching his chest, gasping violently.
"I feel... not so…"
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of pitch-black blood, struggling to say, "Not so good..."
CRACK!
