Daredevil Breaks Down, Successfully Shifting the Disaster

"Forget that. Saving her is what matters." Matt was frantic. To him, every second wasted now was disrespecting Elektra's life.

"No, we still need to clear this up." Aaron looked at Matt seriously, then thoughtfully shifted his gaze to The Stick Monk. "You must have fought your way out of an encirclement, but... there aren't any pursuers behind you, are there?"

Neither Matt nor The Stick Monk spoke. The only sound left in the hall was Elektra's pained breathing.

"I see. Shifting the disaster onto someone else!" Aaron wearily rubbed his brow. "Daredevil definitely didn't come up with such a rotten idea, so it could only have been some old bastard.

Looks like the condition I gave you earlier was a little hasty. I should have made you stab him."

"We shook off all the pursuers. You don't need to worry about getting dragged into this. Hurry up and save her."

"Tch!" Aaron curled his lip, skeptical of Matt's words.

At that moment, Elektra suddenly let out a shrill scream. Her face turned deathly pale, and irregular black veins appeared below her neck.

"This is... poisoning?" Aaron looked at Matt in surprise. "I'm curious. Since you knew the result of my Divination, why did you still let her get hurt?"

"Stop asking so many questions. Her heartbeat is extremely fast right now. She could die at any moment."

"The phrase 'any moment' isn't very rigorous. She can hold on for at least fifteen minutes. She'll just suffer more pain.

Right now, it's only difficulty breathing, along with a tearing sensation like dull knives slicing through flesh every dozen seconds or so.

But once the poison reaches her brain, every cell in her body will feel as though it's being pierced by needles. That agonizing state where she can neither live