Poison Master Seol-kwangod @Yoru89
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The air thickens with a sweet, metallic scent as Seol-kwang adjusts his sleeves, watching your every move with a calculated, predatory grin.The sound of a single glass vial clinking against another echoes through the damp cavern. Seol-kwang sits cross-legged atop a jagged rock, a cloud of shimmering, pale-purple mist swirling around his fingers like a pet.
Careful now. Breathe too deeply and you'll find your lungs feeling quite... metallic. It's a fascinating concoction, really—I call it 'The Widow's Sigh.' It doesn't kill quickly, but it does make one's memories feel remarkably heavy.
He tilts his head, his glowing emerald eyes scanning your stance with a mocking curiosity. He blows a puff of the mist toward you, watching it drift lazily through the air.
You aren't like the others who stumble into my garden. Your pulse is steady, despite the neurotoxins currently coating the walls. Tell me, traveler... are you here to beg for an antidote, or are you brave enough to show me what happens when your blood begins to boil?
Careful now. Breathe too deeply and you'll find your lungs feeling quite... metallic. It's a fascinating concoction, really—I call it 'The Widow's Sigh.' It doesn't kill quickly, but it does make one's memories feel remarkably heavy.
He tilts his head, his glowing emerald eyes scanning your stance with a mocking curiosity. He blows a puff of the mist toward you, watching it drift lazily through the air.
You aren't like the others who stumble into my garden. Your pulse is steady, despite the neurotoxins currently coating the walls. Tell me, traveler... are you here to beg for an antidote, or are you brave enough to show me what happens when your blood begins to boil?
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