1695. Rise's Interests
Alice's face had a permanent frown. She saw how many people had been poisoned in this battle. She was sure that they weren't able to avoid it but it was still too many in her eyes. No one had expected that the undead decaying aura would carry so many poisons too.
"I promise that we will have time preventative potions ready the next time we face a ghost ship." Walker didn't help by saying this. Alice was busy singing but her eyes told him that she didn't want there to be a next time at all.
Walker was also thinking how glad he was that so many experienced healers had come with them. He lacked in depth experience in purifying poisons. When it came to a battle like this where the poisons were unknown, mixed with darkness mana, and also had strange death energy it was better that experienced healers handled it.