"I am not done yet!" Horus snapped, his voice laced with frustration. He refused to accept failure, refused to allow Emery to outshine him. Determined, he turned sharply to issue another command—only to find his formation expert assistant coughing up blood, doubled over in pain.
His other assistant, the Stage 5 Cosmic Magus healer, was completely preoccupied, her hands glowing as she desperately tried to stabilize the wounded man. The poison had already invaded his internal organs, eating away at his life force.
Seeing such a situation, Horus hesitated. He clenched his fists, his noble pride seething as he saw Ivaris smirking at him.
Horus' lips curled in disdain, but his fury only deepened as he saw Emery confidently stepping forward toward the poisoned tree.
"He's only in the Magus Realm," Horus sneered. "There's no way he can retrieve the flower!" Then, as an afterthought, he added sharply, "And don't you dare damage it—or you will pay!"
