“Blech!”
“Gahk.”
The sounds of dozens, no, hundreds of people gasping for air echoed in the sky. Anyone unaware of the situation would have thought a terrible plague had spread, but this phenomenon was created by a single Hunter.
Cheon Hae-seon.
His Poison Mist had forced most of the 300 or so Hunters out.
“It’s been one minute.”
As soon as Iron Arm’s words ended, Cheon Hae-seon withdrew the Poison Mist. -……. The hellish zone that seemed like it would never end vanished as if it had never been there. However, the aftereffects created by the Poison Mist still lingered like a shadow, tormenting the Hunters.
Tap, tap, tap. Cheon Hae-seon used Poison Step to move past the scattered Hunters. Everywhere his hand brushed, the Hunters’ conditions visibly improved.
Shwaaa....
Cheon Hae-seon's Black Ether could only be healed by Cheon Hae-seon himself. At best, Maria could care for a small number of people if she used all her strength. In truth, it was less Healing and more a concept of ‘retrieving’ the Black Ether from the Hunters' bodies.
Some of their organs had been damaged from the poison, but that was something Cheon Hae-seon’s healing energy could quickly restore.
“... Mister.”
“Hm? Jeong-hyeon.”
“You told me before, right? That Hae-seon has as much healing energy as he has poison in his body.”