Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Everyone just exchanged silent glances, before Noura asked their most experienced mage here, Iman, about this.

"I dunno anything like it, but as long as the clan head had said it, then he must know something already about it."

Her reply was vague, but it indicated how much she trusted Arthur\'s judge. Everyone just nodded in agreement, as their leader was always a pillar, a high existence they never understood, yet respected.

As for Arthur, the moment he entered the tent, he first checked on everyone\'s condition, making sure no one was deteriorating fast.

"As expected, this poison is quite fierce," he wiped out a thin line of blood from the corners of his mouth, as he finished inspecting everyone. Their conditions were worsening, but they still had time.

He then started to concentrate on making the preparations for that antidote.

Despite it being so simple, it needed a very essential ingredient to work, fire, extreme fiery liquid. Arthur already had his fiery natured potions, but he wasn\'t sure they would be enough to catalyze the herbs and kill the toxin, so he started to take out one fire ore after another.

These ores were the highest grade ones in his possession. He also took out many charcoals, high grade explosive oil, and the blood of the slain giant bronze under his hands.

He then took out his recently acquired cauldron. He knew how to activate this small cauldron that could be held in his hand, as he dropped a few blood drops on it, making its surface shine, and its body vibrate.

The next moment this cauldron broke free from his hand, flew in the air while its shining light expanded, with its size expanding as well. Finally, a big cauldron enough to rival his own height stood proudly in front of him. Arthur felt some intimacy with the cauldron, and the next thing he did was to rub its metallic rough surface with his hand.

"It seems you were mistreated by your last masters, don\'t worry, together we will make legendary things," Arthur spoke to the cauldron like he was speaking with a close friend. The cauldron just hummed, before it returned to its silent calm state again.

Arthur didn\'t delay and put some of the ores under the heavy cauldron, before spraying some of the explosive oil over it, and then ignited the fire using one of his fire pits inside his ring.

The next moment a huge explosion occurred, but strangely nothing happened but the sound of it, as everything else was absorbed by the cauldron, which surface started to shine with dim red light, like it was heating up rapidly on its own.

"Excellent, we will be close friends from now on," Arthur just smiled, as this cauldron managed the fire and its violent explosion in a very impressive way in his opinion.

The next thing was to put the blood of the bronzed giant mixed with the explosive oil into the cauldron. This time, Arthur didn\'t need to be so meticulous about his calculations, as he had an ally to help him here, to cover up any mistakes he would make, and augment the final result of this potion.

As he put the fluids together, he waited until he felt they were mixed well, with the dim red light getting brighter with each passing minute. He then added the other ingredients, letting the ores and charcoal to melt slowly, and mix gradually with the fluid.

The final fluid was a faint black one, with some lines of redness here and there. He knew he had his own goal achieved, and it took him half an hour to finish that.

"That shaman is so slow!" he complained the moment he finished, as all he needed was the last and crucial step of adding the herbs to the potion, then let the fluid dry a bit with fire, before he could use it on the patients here.

It took another five minutes for the first batch of ingredients to finally arrive. The mages who came here had another message for him, but he wasn\'t patient enough to hear them out.

He had around ten minutes until it would be pointless to save everyone here. just as he took the herbs, he didn\'t wait and started pouring them all onto the fluid he made, then waited patiently for the final color to appear, hoping something wrong didn\'t occur in his calculations and hasted preparations.

"What\'s going on here?"

Suddenly this female voice came from behind him, greatly startling him. He turned to look at Cesile, who was greatly anxious as she had already heard about what happened here.

"It\'s an airborne toxin," Arthur said, as he returned to glance onto the fluid again, waiting for it to show its characteristic green red color.

"What airborne toxin?" she suddenly asked with interest and confusion, as she went to examine Rayan\'s body. the moment she did so, she had a backlash from the poison looming inside his body, making her stagger couple of steps to the back, while muttering with some strange weakness:

"So fierce poison indeed. it eats away their life source, and if this continued, nothing could be done to save them."

She said what Arthur already knew about this poison. He didn\'t say anything, as he closely observed the fluid. In the next few minutes, she moved to stop beside him, while marveling his alchemy abilities.

"You alchemy technique is quite rude, but it has some sense of uniqueness in it," she said, commending his ability to make potions.

He just nodded, and at this moment, the fluid started to show the long desired changes, making the look on her face froze, as she reassessed his abilities once again.

As for him, the moment the fluid turned green red, he moved at once, took out some glass bottles, and filled them up with the fluid. He then went towards each one of them, starting with Raya, as he poured the content of this fluid in their bodies.

Cesile stood beside Rayan, closely inspecting his condition, watching the marvelous changes occurring in his body by this potion. Her eyes shone with admiration and her look towards Arthur changed.

"Who are you?" she asked, as she didn\'t think some nameless clan head would have such unique abilities in such a rare branch of knowledge.

"Just no one," Arthur humbly and vaguely replied, as he didn\'t want to waste time responding now, thinking about answers to satisfy her without blowing up his secrets, as he had many patients who needed his potion.