Chapter 142
After drawing enough blood, she created an ice lid on the bowl and solidified some dark element spirit energy on the wound on her hand so no scent would leak out. Then, she started tests on the blood.
For every test, she would open the lid a bit and drop some blood on an ice palette she created, adding some ground herbs, pills, or concoctions into it to see how it would react. After each test, she would let Nyxaroth check the blood for differences compared to the poisoned blood. And after Nyxaroth checked it, she would check it herself before drinking it.
Every time, the amount of blood was very small, so it was never enough to harm her if the concoction was dangerous, but it was enough for Michelle to test if it was able to destroy the poison within her blood and organs.
After about three hours, when Michelle was starting to feel sluggish and was able to feel her organs starting to shut down, she finally found the right concoction for the antidote. She quickly sat cross-legged and took out her provisional pill furnace from her spatial ring. But she wasn’t going to make a pill. She could, but that would make the antidote less effective. So she was going to make an elixir.
She ignited her ice fire under the furnace and put in some herbs, ground bone of a monster similar to a crocodile, the eye of a poisonous spider, and a bunch of Mare’s scales. They were from skin she had shed before and given to Michelle, saying she would definitely need it in the future. Well, and Mare was right. Because her shed skin was the most important ingredient in making the antidote for her poison.
Due to being weakened by the poison, it took Michelle nearly an hour to make the antidote, and when she was done, her face was deathly pale. The poison was already so strong within her body that even her tricked nervous system was able to clearly pick up that her organs were shutting down, about to fail. And the pain was unbearable.
Michelle quickly gulped down the antidote and laid on the ground, closing her eyes so tightly that the muscles on her face nearly stiffened into a cramp.
"How do you feel?" Nyxaroth asked worriedly. The whole time, he was monitoring Michelle’s health, sometimes going into her body, sometimes coming out to check her complexion. So he knew how close her organs were to collapsing.
"The antidote’s working... Just give it some time..." Michelle said calmly, but her voice was weaker than ever.