Fifty Seven

The Basilisk waved his tail whenever I stood, trying to hit me, but with my speed, I avoided it.

His tail every spot inside the cave, causing it to rumble. When he had enough of using his seat, he slithers his tongue out and bare his fangs, then darts his head towards me. His large head crash to the wall of the cave as I jump in time to throw my blade at the nap of his neck.

"Fuck," I growl as the cut on his neck only scraps him. I couldn't use the magic from the Spirit Realm because whenever I unleashed it, I felt exhausted, and my hand trembled from its massive power.

In theory, it's one-time use.

My body couldn't handle such powerful magic, and the only way to use it was because I was in dire need. I shouldn't use it for the ferals, but it was an emergency.

Time is running out. Dominic, Clayton, and I hit the snake for over thirty minutes. I don't know how long Arlo can last with the venom inside as long the Peach Pill is suppressing it.

"Master, look out!"

Before I could look, the