"Come on, hero, drink up this bowl of steaming shit." After silently repeating the words to himself, Kraun poured an entire bowl of golden Talisman Water into Del's mouth.
The man began struggling desperately, but he was held down so tightly he couldn't move.
The spots where he was pinned down had turned purple and blue.
Kraun closed his mouth, squeezed his throat, and made him swallow the Talisman Water.
Gray, foul-smelling smoke seeped from the man's nostrils, ears, and even the corners of his eyes. The green markings on his body quickly faded away.
Gradually, he stopped struggling. His eyes lost focus, and he exhaled more and more while inhaling less and less.
"See? I told you. Ordinary people can't withstand the clashing forces of two kinds of Transcendence."
Geralt let go of Del and walked away on his own. "You wasted your talismans. You might as well have given them to me. I'd have put him out of his misery, so you wouldn't have to feel bad about doing it yourself."
Was the effect too powerful, or could mortals simply not withstand the opposing forces of Transcendence attacking each other?
Kraun rubbed his nose, pondering the possible reasons for the experiment's failure.
He glanced at the man, who was gradually losing his vital signs, then shook his head and prepared to leave.
"Ugh!" Del abruptly sat upright like a corpse coming back to life, spewing green slime from his mouth and nose. A revolting stench spread through the air.
Holy shit, he actually survived?
Kraun was overjoyed. He moved behind the man and stuck a Golden Light Talisman on him.
Del's body only trembled slightly. He showed no other reaction.
Kraun ran like the wind to fetch another bowl of water and made another bowl of Talisman Water.