"Trying the same trick twice? Saintess, you really underestimate me." Flaxseed's voice drifted over from behind her.
The Saintess spun around, three paces behind her stood Flaxseed, a vial balanced casually in his hand.
He gave the vial a lazy shake. "This is the real antidote. Do you want it?"
The backlash of the Blood Soul Thread was already eroding her strength, she could barely remain upright, and agony etched itself across her features.
At last, her composure shattered. She dropped to her knees, pleading, "Please... Please give me the antidote... I will agree to anything..."
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