(Author's POV)
Garry was panting heavily now as he finished his words. The oath, it had started the backlash. A sharp, bone chilling pain emerged in his spinal cord, ready to crush him up. He growled, "ARRRRGHHHHHH~~~~~ ..." and bit at his lower lip.
Alaric's brows wrinkled together, seeing Garry react like that. He quickly unbound his hands, tore his shirt off to check his back, and there it was, a black sign of ouroboros, burning like live charcoal going berserk.
The snake sign was circling on his back as if it was alive, making every breath that Garry took frantic. The next second, he retched, once, twice, and his stomach twisted into a knot. Then all of a sudden, everything died down, the pain, the suffering. But within another minute, a stream of blood splattered out of his mouth. Alaric was stunned to see the colour of the blood. It wasn't the ordinary red or crimson; it was black, pitch black. The poison had started to take its effect.
