章 373: Die Trying III

"This cannot be!" Alistair howled in demented rage, but it didn't matter what he thought. He was going to be a terrifying relic of history soon enough.

Daphne wasted no time. She quickly sprinted over to his side, syringe in her hand as her dress fell off her shoulders, revealing her soft armor underneath. Alistair could do nothing more than hiss and glare at her with fiery, bloodshot eyes as he realized that he had been fooled. His stupid sister had come prepared to deal with his abilities, almost like they had inside knowledge.

Daphne stabbed him in the neck with her syringe and slowly pushed down the piston to deliver the antidote into his body.

"What are you doing? This tiny thing won't stop me!" Alistair declared, but Daphne caught sight of the fear in his eyes. 

If he could twist his neck away, he would have. Instead, he was forced to watch helplessly at this strange fluid entering his bloodstream.