As soon as Serpentis spoke, the camel beneath him buckled and collapsed, its legs giving out. Serpentis himself also fell to the ground, his limbs weak and unable to support him. He could barely move. The two villagers were in even worse condition; they lost all their fighting ability in an instant.
I quickly realized that the masks worn by Yorla and his men weren't just for concealing their faces; they were to protect them from the poisonous gas. These guys thought their plan was flawless. Confident that the poison would kill us all, they didn't bother hiding their identities. No wonder Yorla had been bold enough to pull down his mask and talk to me earlier.
Yorla squinted at me with a mocking smile. "Brat, I see now why Junior Cleric tried to recruit you after you killed so many of her
