Lvl Up : [Poison Resistance] lvl 13,14
VIT 2
Where was he? Who was he? Priam asked himself these questions as the pain pulled him from his nightmares. Were they even nightmares? He had seen Arnold burning cities and monsters. Priam scread as the flas hit him. The fire entered his body, and his blood turned to magma. The pain was horrible, but his delusions were worse. He was insane.
Lvl Up : [Poison Resistance] lvl 15
VIT 1
Only the System notifications still seed real. Priam was delirious, and he knew it. He thought about ditating, but it was impossible. He could only grit his teeth as the poison did its work. He had already waited for hours on the stone floor. Maybe even days? Months? His body was destroyed. His Vitality and his Titles were trying to keep him alive, but his organs were too severely damaged. He no longer had the energy or resources to regenerate. If he could have called the aether to him as the Guardian of Nature had... Sotis, when he wasn't busy fending off hordes of fire elentals, he looked up to Priam. Priam felt as if he could sense his presence. He called for help, but the tree-man could do nothing for him. He was alone.
Lvl Up : [Poison Resistance] lvl 16
VIT 1
In his delirium, Priam understood. His suffering was a punishnt. The Concepts were punishing him for his stupidity and weakness. The poison was writing the story of his mistakes in letters of fire. The pain imprinted in his flesh was the price of the arrogance that had been his. He could have sunk into the depths of death. He could have given up and let his heart stop because of the pain. But he has refused. He has welcod the pain. He believed himself to be a saint during the Apocalypse. He thought his strength gave him the right to be rciful. He was being punished.
Lvl Up : [Poison Resistance] lvl 17
VIT 1
Illusions turned into mirages. Priam was thirsty, so thirsty... He would have killed for a bit of water. He had licked his tears. He had licked his blood on the flagstones. He had even drunk the spider's blood. He was so thirsty as the fire of poison burned inside him. He would have killed for water. But he would have given all the water in the world down to his blood to kill Claire. To kill Anne. To kill Albin. They had taken advantage of him, of his kindness, his morality, his innocence. Priam had believed in the human, and the human had betrayed him. He was angry.
Lvl Up : [Poison Resistance] lvl 18
VIT 1
The pain was still there, but Priam looked at it calmly. It was no longer just information. His pain was a reward. A mory. He would never forget it. He would always rember that strength led to freedom. That trust was earned. Claire had not earned anything, and he had been a fool to believe in a friendship so flimsy. Claire had opened his eyes, and for that, she deserved a reward. Death. He was determined.
Lvl Up : [Poison Resistance] lvl 19
VIT 1
His half-destroyed nerves continued to inform him of the deplorable state of his body. The poison was almost overco. His ravaged body was using the remnants of the poison and his necrotic tissue to regenerate. He was devouring himself, and his strength was dissipating. He would not survive. Yet Priam smiled. He would rise again. He had been stupid, but the Concepts gave him a chance to make up for it. His ordeal was liberating. It gave him the right to change. To take revenge. The old Priam was dead. He was free.
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