[A poisonous infection has been detected]
[Infection has been nullified]
[Passive skill: Super Fast Healing will now kick in]
[-10 Soul Points]
Silas's breath came in sharp bursts as he leaped several meters back, the soles of his boots grinding against the dusty terrain. He needed space—just a moment to recover fully.
His muscles tightened, the fiery sting of poison fading, replaced by the familiar, soothing burn of rapid healing. His fingers twitched around his empty palms, waiting, calculating.
But Vic gave him no room to breathe. The creature's predatory instincts were razor-sharp, honed by countless battles. His jagged claws glinted under the afternoon sun, shooting forward like venom-tipped daggers. The wind carried the faint scent of decay.