(From the point of view of Violet Belladonna)

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I pushed the door as hard as I could after hearing what Sir Roberto had just said, and what welcomed me outside is the verdant scenery of the Halavesta Jungle. I panted and gasped with my now flushed face as I heard the door close behind me with a thud. I looked at Sir Damian with a smile as he chuckled at me while scratching the back of his head.

"Hey, Sir Damian,"

"Yes?"

"You said that magic wouldn't work on you, right?"

"That's right. All kinds of magic."

"Good."

Without further ado, I wrapped my hands tightly around the princes as I allowed the blue sphere to dance all around me with its five small friends. Sir Damian followed behind me as I heard the clanking of his armor echoing throughout the stillness of the surroundings.

As we entered through the jungle, the cabin that connects the kingdom and the catacombs slowly left our sights, forcing us to face the trouble brewing before us.

With no warnings or any sound coming out of my lips whatsoever, a wave of violent mist spewed out of my blue sphere continuously, covering the entire jungle in a malevolent and dark fog of murderous air. Before I even knew it, because of the magical mist spewing out of my razheema, the hellhounds that were chasing us fell into the ground with violent rashes forming all over their darkened skin while bubbles began to spew out of their mouths. They hollered all over the wet soil of the jungle as their skin began to redden over their palpitating bodies. Since my razheemas are floating around me, it quickly spread the poison throughout the air with the greatest of ease. Unsurprisingly, Sir Damian continued to run beside me, unharmed and uncaring about the dying black mutts around us.

"What is this around us, Madame Belladonna?" Sir Damian asked while panting heavily, continuing to run as fast as he can.

"Poison magic. In a nutshell, I mixed the air around with my mana to imbue it with all sorts of deadly contagions that can kill any who breathes it in about ten minutes. Since you're unaffected by magic, you can only breathe regular air while your body rejects the mana I imbued in it. Treat it as me giving the world a big, big deadly hug! Seeing as how the mutt dies off easily, I see that they may not be as strong as they look." I then looked around to gaze at the towering trees around us and the wet soil below, which covers our feet with mud and whatever other shit this jungle has. "Oh, don't worry. This poison will not affect the trees and other plans. It's just affecting—"

Out of nowhere, while I was explaining away the entirety of this magic I had just cast, a hellhound suddenly lunges from out of the shadow with its blood-curdling gnarls that sends all of the wild beasts around to shame. Luckily, Sir Damian saw this coming and lunged towards it, jumping high and slicing the darn demon dog upwards from its mouth to its spine. As he did so, two more mutts followed, but he managed to kill one of them quickly by letting himself fall onto it from the air, hitting the darn beast with his blade. Sir Damian then immediately stabbed the other mutt effortlessly with a thrust towards his back, not even looking at his prey. After doing so, he ran towards me again while wincing.

"Don't push yourself! You're still injured." I said with a shout as I moved closer towards him, protecting from any mutt that might have survived my poison. "They're not as weak as I thought."

We quickly ran towards the port where I expect a ship waiting for our use to escape towards Duibhne. I then heard more mutts coming towards us as I listened to the distant sound of hundreds of them howling in the distance. I clicked my tongue as I strengthened the poison I'm using, turning the air from violet to a dark and heavy red.

"How come you're not getting affected by this strong poison, Madame Belladonna?" Sir Damian hurriedly asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Been eating and breathing poison since I was six. My body is pretty much immune to it. If I use anything stronger than this, I might have to cover my face with a barrier, though." I replied as I swung my blue sphere forward to hit a hellhound standing before us.

"Smart." Sir Damian uttered with a playful grin. He then sprinted forward once again with his sword pointing forward, lunging towards three mutts before us before skewering them all like a freshly heated kebab. He then forcefully pulled his sword out of the hounds' dying bodies before running forward.

"Look!" I screamed while pointing at the port in the distance. "We're almost there!"

As I said so, I heard the sound of explosions coming from behind us, but both of us didn't stop for a look. It sounded like it came from afar. I heard that Sir Roberto is also proficient in making bombs, so I'm sure that he must be fighting fiercely on the battlefield as well.

When we finally reached the port of Izrecael, what greeted us was the five corpses of what seemed like poor sailors who were waiting for us to arrive along with fifteen elite Izrecaelean warriors.

"Oh shit!" I screamed as I looked at the scattered corpses all around the port. "Did I kill them?" I said with a wavering voice as I suddenly stopped my razheema from corrupting the air with poisonous air.

"Doesn't look like it." Sir Damian said while looking at one of the sailors on the ground. "They're already dead way before we even came here." He then pointed at one of the warriors that were separated from the others. "Look at that one. It has a lot of scratches and bite-marks. Since none of those hounds are attacking their corpses, I am guessing that those are summoned beasts who are only created to attack people till they, well, die, of course. Once they're dead, they will ignore them. They're like a bunch of idiots, Madame Belladonna, feral idiots created from a mixture of mud and mana to wreak havoc upon our land. That must have been why they still harm me."

"I've heard about such wizardry before but never thought that they would actually be real. I'm guessing the previous owner of this devil's shit around me made this." I said with a sigh as I continued to spew the same red poison all around us. "Can you get us out of here, Sir Damian?"

"Yes. I know how to operate that ship." He said as he ran towards the lone cog floating on the bay. "Let's go!"

I ran towards the cog as I saw two mutts running towards me at a staggering pace. I then attempted to coat my arms with ten layers of barriers quickly but only managed to summon three layers before the mutts suddenly bit my arms—one arm for each mutt. While they were gnawing my hands as if they embedded their teeth on a juicy steak platter, I quickly moved razheema behind them and summoned thin needles of green poison at their asses.

"Come on, Madame Belladonna, let's go!" Sir Damian said after ripping a hound with his bare hands into pieces.

"Coming!" I yelled as a reply while seeing the mutt biting my arms melt like heated butter.

Thus...

I left Izrecael, the land that I have grown to love with the strongest of all passions—never to return again.