In the living room, Cillian removed his shirt and settled onto the stool. Despite his illness, his frame still showed traces of his martial arts background. Years of training had left their mark, though his once-impressive muscles had faded since the poisoning had forced him to stop practicing.
Justin wasted no time. He began with acupuncture before combining the Almighty Technique with medicine. As he worked, color returned to Cillian's face. When the cooled medicine was ready, Justin pressed his palm against Cillian's chest, channeling energy that triggered a violent coughing fit. Black blood spattered onto the floor.
"Grandpa!" Audrey's voice cracked with fear. "Are you alright?"
Cillian wiped his mouth, leaving a dark smear. "Better than alright. The poison's finally leaving my syst
