C319 Your Poison Has Expired.

"Oh, what do you mean by that?" Elmer asked, his voice devoid of any tension, his demeanor calm and collected.

Poison God spread his fingers wide and reached into the open air, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "The wind is quite pleasant today, isn't it? Can you feel the breeze caressing your face?"

"It is indeed very comfortable," Elmer acknowledged with a light smile. "However