Re: The end
He nods, tearing her sleeve further open, chanting as he begins painting her arm with the pigments, then paints over his own arm, one of his scars opening a little as the painted wounds crosses over the same spot as another mark. He ignores it, continuing to work, making sure to draw all the venom from the injury.
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