The force of storm

'Have you prepared your poison? How much were you able to prepare?' Athos asked to try to get Treevor focused again, as he seemed lost in his own thoughts.

'65 barrels of pure poison. They are currently scattered around the wall and I intend for the archers to fire poison arrows when the fight begins. It is far more effective than bathing swords and spears in poison.' Treevor replied, still half lost in his own thoughts.

Even if the poison arrows just graze it, it would still be a death sentence for anyone unable to use mana. Even mana users would only be able to slow the effects of the parasitic venom.

To make matters worse for victims, the parasitic venom could freely change between a liquid form and an airborne parasite form.

'Great, focus the poisoned arrows on the poorly equipped enemy soldiers around the fortress. They will hardly be able to defend themselves being so poorly equipped.' Athos spoke, but a light shining from outside the gate interrupted him.