"Welcome, my Lord," Erin said softly, both proud and reverent. "To the heart of my domain." She moved ahead, and with a flick of her wrist, one of the fissures on the mountain wall split wider, revealing an entrance.
Thick waves of corrupted, toxic miasma instantly poured out, and for a moment, Damon staggered because of the sheer force of it. His body burned, and his blood churned. All sorts of toxic wisps drilled into his pores, blood seeping out of his orifices.
Erin had not exaggerated at all. This place was too far out of his reach. But thankfully, he took the time to condition his body by absorbing all of the miasma around him, so he was able to manage it somewhat.
Damon immediately sat down and allowed his body to do the work while he focused on using some skills to heal himself constantly. He closed his eyes, forcing his breathing into a steady rhythm while his crimson aura thickened around him like a second skin.
