C427 VENOM

"You move toward that jar, and I will ensure your lungs never draw breath again," the Young Prince rumbled, his voice scraping against the stone silence like a grinding wheel.

He stood swaying, his frame a massive wall of heat and agony between Aria and the woman in white. The green rot had climbed past his hip now, glowing with a sickly light that made the veins in his neck bulge