"FUCK."
Authrione appeared in the void, his body surging with waves of a mysterious water Aether. As Sylas had previously detected, it carried hues of water and space both, combining into waves and troughs that formed a powerful heft that superseded anything at least Sylas had come across before.
If there was one word that could be used to describe Authrione's Aether, it was…
Heavy.
And right now, this Aether was churning in a violent mass, almost rummaging through his body and peeling through his flesh as it sought to expunge every hint of poison there was in him.
The poison, though, was especially difficult to get rid of, and even after chugging a detoxification Elixir, it was shockingly useless. Authrione could hardly believe that an F-tier could craft an F-Grade poison that was so effective against him.
The worst part was that when he used his Aether to target the locations of the poison in specific, he found that his control over his own Aether actually wavered.
