Now you understand.
""That would be enough." Elvin muttered and blew the white content on Jamar who began to sneeze, frequently, and rattling the chains that held him.
" What sort of..." Jamar sneezed, " susbstance Is that?"
A scoff escaped an evil, malicious, figure's lips.
" Isn't brother Namir familiar with the ceryl talc?"Elvin's cold voice rang. "One that kills your brain cells until you go to sleep. Try fighting it, will have you dead in minutes, or hours."
Elvin spun the glaive within his hold and leaned closer to the corrosive dungeon gate that helped in guarding his victim... His comrade. A thick, grave, silence, descended on their environment that only mini squeaking of unknown creatures could be heard.
Both eyes of his and that of Jamar fixed on each other. Elvin smirked at the vicious look on the mage's face who sneezed continously, with only five seconds rest. Jamar's burning green pupils were enough to make Elvin chuckle, but he didn't want to. Rather, his smirk became wider.