Divine

A red blade slashed across her body, leaving a deep gash in its wake.

"Ah..." Redheart's eyes shook as notifications appeared in front of her.

[-150 HP!]

[HP: 22/172]

[You have been inflicted by a curse—Humanoid Imperfecta!]

[Your movement is now impaired, reducing your speed by 100%!]

[Your defense has been reduced by 1000%!]

[Your attack power has been reduced by 50%!]

[Time till purification: 1 minute]

"A cursed attack!" Redheart breathed heavily. "Even Cerberus doesn't have that! Is that another of your rewards?! Just what did you get!"

Ambrose paused for a moment, then smirked and said. "Not telling."

"Y-y-you vermin." Redheart's lips trembled, and she was sheething in anger. She was finally starting to understand how Cerberus was feeling.