Chapter 116. poison
Leo glared down at Sylo, the Blood Dragger’s edge pressed to her throat, but his vision blurred, the arena spinning like a nightmare. His body felt numb, a sharp pain twisting inside as his muscles burned, like they were wasting away. Blood dripped from his mouth, staining his chin, his veins turning a sick purple under his skin.
Sylo’s poison, from that small cut on the fourth floor, was tearing him apart. He’d been careless, too caught up in the fight to notice the venom.
Sylo’s cruel smirk grew as Leo’s grip weakened. With a quick roll, she broke free, jumping up and kicking him hard in the face. Leo collapsed, sliding across the stone, the Blood Dragger falling from his hand.
The arena went still. The prisoners flinched, their only hope falling apart.
"No... please don’t die," a woman whispered, voice shaky. Others stared, faces pale, hope fading fast.
She chuckle turned into a loud, mocking laugh that echoed in the chamber. She strutted around Leo, who lay still on the floor. "Your savior?" she sneered, looking at him like trash. "He’s just a dead lamb."
Vivien shook, her red eyes fixed on her brother, tears building but her voice stuck. Lysa stood beside her, frozen, her small hands clenched, too scared to move.
Sylo turned to Erin, who sat on her throne-like chair, that sharp smirk still on her face.
"This is your great Ruler?" she mocked, pointing at Leo’s broken form. "Lying there like a poisoned rat."
Erin’s smirk grew, her violet eyes shining with pity, which confused Sylo. Erin leaned forward a bit, muttering, "Come on, Leo, you’re good at acting."
Sylo’s eyes widened as a rough cough broke the quiet. She spun, shock stopping her. Leo was slowly getting up, his movements steady, like the poison didn’t touch him.