Chapter 646: The Exiled Ones Level Their Horns...

<Oh don't worry milord. You're just dealing with your standard [Foul Blood Aether Curse]. It's a type of curse that targets anyone with a specific blood heritage, and makes it so their aether flows like sludge. I think those Fallen guys got their hands on some kind of treasure that lets them use it. But it's fine, the fact that you have [Chaos] flowing in your body should already make it so that this curse will be ineffective against you. Well that and you have no aether channels. Although, you should probably regalia up, I can sense some not so great presences heading your way.>

'Oh that's...hold up. Did you guys say because I had [Chaos], it mitigated the effects of this weird curse?'

<Yeah? Cursed are all about imposing a certain type of order, and [Chaos] is all about distorting such things. Remember?>

'Good to know, but not the point. I just realized something important.'

=Which is...=