PHOENIX TAIL GRASS

A look of concentration crossed Damien's features as he spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of expertise, "Although I cannot name this particular poison, the aroma reveals its true nature to me. There was a time when I was taught the art of pill refining, but my limited talent hindered me from going further into the art."

Isabel and Monique maintained a hushed silence, patiently anticipating his words. The prevailing atmosphere was punctuated only by the audibly agonized hisses emanating from Alexander. The pain he endured was excruciating, yet he exhibited remarkable self-restraint by suppressing any urge to vocalize his suffering.

Damien's brow furrowed with concern as he continued, "This poison, it originates from the most obscure and treacherous sources found in abandoned mountains. Obtaining it is no simple feat, as it requires navigating through perilous terrains and locating rare, hidden materials." Pausing for a moment, he added, "However, there is a glimmer of hope amidst the
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