Alcott pulled a large potion from his magic bag and threw it to Gojo. "The antidote. The poison isn't potent enough to kill you or Arad, but it should at least give you a bad week. This will get rid of it in minutes."
Gojo caught the bottle and gave it a look, seeing the faintly glowing silver liquid splashing inside. He could spell several different herbs, toxins, and tens of spells, each crafted with extreme precision as if driven by mad obsession. "Claug really wants to beat Arad, doesn't she?"
Just by seeing the antidote, Gojo could tell how much effort Claug is putting into her poison, and that was honestly terrifying. If one drop of this poison leaked into the sea, it would cause a natural disaster. This poison was alive; it multiplies rapidly and consumes mana for that. The only reason it can't kill him or Arad is that their blood is too cursed to sustain such a microscopic life.
