บท 589: It Must Have Been Hard

The air was brimming with unspoken tension as Lori leaned over Lysandra, her serpentine body reduced to a size small enough to examine Lysandra.

With an unsettling gentleness uncharacteristic of her imposing nature, Lori extended her fangs and delicately sank them into Lysandra's arm.

The process was unnerving, but necessary; Lori's fangs were not only weapons but tools, drawing out the venom that had spread through Lysandra's veins.

Lysandra winced sharply at the contact, her body tensing as the venom was extracted, the sensation as strange as it was painful. 

However, as the poison left her system, her complexion gradually improved, color returned to her cheeks, and life came back to her previously dim eyes.

Lori pulled away and mumbled with her dark purple eyes quivering, "This…This is my father's venom…"