C170 The Fierce Sun Mercenary Group

Sharp, needle-like pain shot through their arms as they staggered back, eyes fixed on the wounds that had just been inflicted. The spear had left only a superficial mark, but it might as well have been a black hole, with dark poison spreading rapidly, turning their limbs an ominous shade of black.

"Chief, save me!" they cried out, but it was too late. They collapsed, foaming at the mouth