“Hreinsaðu líkamann, lækna sárin.” (Cleanse the body, heal the wounds.)
Fenrir’s daughter, under my guidance, casts a purifying spell and healing spell that is similar to her father’s on this man.
His wounds closed after the spell was cast twice.
There isn’t any excessive blood loss for now. However, the poison is still in him— and unless we know what type of poison is inside his body, or else merely casting purifying magic on him would’ve purged something unnecessary instead and killed him.
But there’s no way I could just leave it like that. Once the poison reaches his heart, he’s as good as dead.
“Good. Now freeze his body with your ice magic.” I told Fenrir’s daughter.
Lowering his body temperature should help to slow down his blood flow… this way, I had more time to process and a
