Belladonna gritted her teeth as she felt her muscles rapidly tighten and stiffen as they turned to wood. Strangely, the pain was somewhat similar to what it felt with her condition. Her body fighting itself as she lost control of her limbs and quickly became useless.
Only in this world, she could actually do something about it.
Light poured out from under her skin, and when she let out a deep breath it turned the air in front of her into a haze. Switching her Infusion, Belladonna flooded her body with the power of fire, burning out the infectious wood.
The spike that had speared her caught fire, and all of them rapidly retreated underground with a pained screech.
In the distance, Fahven Bu'ul craned his head towards her and narrowed his eyes - which were like glistening crystals of amber - before his attention was drawn back to the group by a taunt skill.
"Interesting... You really hate fire, huh big boy? I'm not surprised when you're a walking bonfire."
