"Alright, alright, alright!" Edric struggled to his feet, laughing at you with a predatory smirk, licking his lips as if admiring the lamb on the chopping board.
The wound in his chest healed at a visible speed. As a Divine Chosen, he wasn't worried about exchanging physical injuries with you, something you must have realized early on, a friendly reminder: Magitelle.
Your eight eyes also watched Edric, corners of your mouth curling up into a smirk.
After a cackling stare down that lasted three seconds, Edric's expression suddenly became serious as he discovered that the wound on his chest hadn't healed completely, but rather showed signs of rotting and oozing pus.
Clearly, you took the opportunity to use your "gaze" ability; you contaminated him!
Under your pollution, Edric's flesh started to decay, showing signs of spreading across his body.
