"Careful. This thing seems different from before."
The sudden mutation caught them off guard. As Reginald sprayed blood, Amira, who had been watching from the sidelines, showed remarkable calm under pressure—and a distinctly noncombatant skill set.
She called out a warning as a familiar pattern gathered around her and projected itself onto Reginald.
The terrible wound on his neck stopped bleeding almost instantly. Fine granulations even began to form.
It was the healing ability she had demonstrated once before.
She reacted quickly, and it was clear her offensive abilities were severely lacking.
Otherwise, she would likely have dealt with the contamination first, then the injury.
Healing alone wasn't much use to Reginald in his current predicament.
"Don't worry about the wound for now. The sensation in the affected area... it's been completely taken away."
His injury made it much harder for Reginald to speak. His voice even sounded a little breathy.
"Okay."
Amira didn't waste time talking. A more familiar pattern quickly took shape in her hands, and a gentle, surging wave spread outward.
Fu Qian recognized it at a glance. It was the same psychological counseling he had received in the confessional, back when they first met.
As it turned out, this method worked on more than just humans.
As the wave swept past, the fluid spreading over Reginald slowed to a halt. Even the tearing sensation at the back of his neck stopped.
Seizing the opportunity, the bright marks Reginald had gathered earlier reappeared, and familiar leaden flames finally blazed to life.
When the tearing behind him started up again, Reginald nearly fell over from the loss of sensation. By then, however, the metallic flames on his body had successfully stretched into a serpent.
The next moment, the serpent raised its head and sank its teeth into the