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As Illyna regained consciousness and realized she was only in her underwear, a wave of panic and embarrassment washed over her. Davey swiftly grabbed a nearby torn robe and draped it over her, providing some cover.
Clutching the robe tightly, she blushed, feeling intensely embarrassed. Amid this awkwardness, Davey believed the medical urgency should be prioritized.
‘Lives don’t matter when a naked girl is in front of me!’ Davey paused for a moment. ‘Damn, it should be the other way around.’
“Follow my lead," he instructed, raising his hands and gesturing in a dance-like manner.
Still disoriented, Illyna hesitated but eventually mimicked his movements, slowly raising one hand while clutching the robe with the other. Contrary to Davey's expectations of limited mobility, Illyna could surprisingly move with ease, suggesting that most of the poison had been neutralized.
"The poison seems weaker than I anticipated," he mused.
The venom from Yorgan, the serpent, wouldn’t have dissipated this rapidly, but Davey still felt a sense of relief, considering his plan to immediately leave after the emergency treatment and wreaking havoc here.
The Death Lord didn’t use just her power to seal Yorgan, so Davey hadn't expected to face such a formidable challenge. The word “poison” was too inapt and ordinary to describe what Yorgan's venom was. However, the Yorgan in front of him now seemed different—the venom appeared notably weaker.
Davey recalled the conversation he had in the past.
[Yorgan… is a creature created from a horrible ability and numerous children’s resentment. The more time passes and it eats, the creature grows endlessly, but it’s a sad creature....
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