Support Me! [Bonus]
It was a complete and utter mess.
Setting aside the rampaging beasts and the now disorganized Grimblades, there was a huge cloud of green over the entire battlefield.
Sylas didn't need to think much to know what it was.
Poison.
The bouncer, or Ragnar as he would likely have to call him now, had always been a poison master as well. Sylas had learned that after their very first interaction, and it was part of the reason it had taken so long for the Basilisk King to benefit from the mammoth corpse.
Now, it seemed that he had given it everything he had. The Ravenclaws had likely taken some sort of immunity elixir, while everyone else was using a combination of Aether skin and more general anti-poison elixirs.