He slathered his white vomit on the parasite's leaf and stem before walking back closer to the edge of the steel door.
As the temperature of the substance increased, it began to burn away the fluids of Ferris's stomach, leaving only the white dust exposed.
In a flash, the sprout wilted before being unable to withstand the strange effects of a dragon's ash-like remains.
It burned a brilliant golden flame before completely dying off and turning into ash itself.
Ferris pressed a hand to where the parasite had been. Beneath his fingers, he felt a small but deep wound near his tailbone, faintly warm to the touch.
...It worked. I can't thank the dragons enough.
Ferris became disappointed, being unable to thank the cremated remains.
I'm sorry, Sagittarius, but I didn't expect to eat your kind this way... Ferris covered his mouth, wanting to vomit once again, just to make sure there were no longer any remains inside his stomach.
But now was not the time.
