Across the stands, ninety thousand people went silent watching a man open his mouth to a poisoned garden.
He opened his mouth, letting the green mist pour down his throat like cold syrup.
Spores, pollen, venom and rotten sugar rushed in together, a whole garden squeezing through a single door. Behind his ribs something old and hungry unfolded a second mouth, drinking every last drop of it.
"Good, keep swallowing, I'll deal with whatever tries to stay," Vella said through the ring, steady as a hand on his back.
A gold thread ran from the ring to the corner where Vella stood, her palm raised toward him. Hearth Bloom warmth flowed down it into his veins, melting every sting before the poison could settle in.
'Tastes like a funeral wreath dipped in honey.'
[Assimilation]
[Source: Glasshouse garden]
[Toxins taken: all]
[Soul Energy: 61]
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[Soul Energy: 61]
[ashley(mod): he is EATING THE LEVEL]
