Chapter 42. Green Petals of Death..
The Deathbloom Arrow.
A weapon of last resort—an arrow tipped with alchemized toxins so foul and grotesquely lethal that a single whiff of its scent meant instant death. Gas masks were useless against it. The poison didn’t care about protection, it simply killed.
It was so dangerous, it could kill the one who fired it.
And Tony knew that.
This was his final card. A suicide strike meant to drag his enemies to hell with him.
BOOOOM!!!
The arrow smacked into the ATM Shin was crouched behind, using for cover and then exploded, not in flames, but in a thick, blooming burst of green. No fire, no debris, just a beautiful, horrifying haze. Green petals scattered through the air, riding a sudden gust of pressure. The gas surged outward like a storm wind, cloaking a 500-meter radius in mere seconds with its rotting mist.
Tony smiled as he inhaled, welcoming death like an old friend. Tbis was it. His sweet, bitter vengeance. If he was going to die, he’d do it with the man who slaughtered his comrades. The man who killed Gerald.
He sucked in a deep breath of the gas willingly.
Then came the agony.
He felt as if a thousand razors had torn down his throat, shredding a path straight to his stomach. He staggered, hacking violently, clutching at his neck as spasms wracked his chest, his ribs jutting beneath his skin like jagged blades straining to escape.