Back To The Present Time.
"B-but how? We didn't even drink or eat anything!"
Oluk gasped, his voice breaking as he clutched his chest. A fierce heat surged inside him, spreading like wildfire through his veins.
His pupils widened, his breathing turned ragged, and then—black veins crawled beneath his skin, twisting and pulsing with every heartbeat.
He coughed violently, blood spilling from his mouth, dark and thick.
Beside him, Ensuv was already on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, his fingers clawing at the floor as he tried to breathe.
Kerip's eyes widened slightly, his gaze snapping toward the door.
A calm voice came from behind them.
"Hm? How, you ask?" Azhriel's tone was almost amused as he stepped forward, his fingers brushing lightly under his chin as though pondering.
His expression was unbothered, even playful.
"Well…" he tilted his head, a faint smirk forming, "the poison was never in the food or the drink."
