Now that Gojo was a bit better, Arad found it more appropriate to ask. That magic, necromancy. Arad had nothing against it, but he knew it was far too dangerous to use, and especially on one's own body. Did Gojo plan to use it from the start, or was he forced into a corner and had to resort to using it? Either way, Gojo had walked far too close to the edge this time, and unlike Arad, he was not as durable.
If Arad got as injured as Gojo, he would be fine. Those wounds, albeit great and fatal, his body was far larger, he had more blood, higher pain tolerance, and what mattered most, experience being close to death far beyond anyone could imagine.
"What was that magic?" Arad asked, and Gojo smiled. "A little trick Vars once showed me. It's more of a curse than a spell. He intended for it to be used on slaves and tamed monsters to make them fight to the last drop of their blood."
