Whenever Feixiao ordered him to do something, he did it. Such was the way of a retainer, bound to the duty of his master. But orders made by Jiaoqui? They weren’t as binding as the word of the Merlin’s Claw. Sure, he imparted wisdom on the younger man all the time. As a healer he was knowledgeable in all different things. Those weren’t commands, though. More like suggestions.

Perhaps he should have taken the foxian healer’s words more seriously this time.

Fear was all he could feel in the moment. Unadulterated, pure fear. The toxin — what had Jiaoqui called it again? was running through his veins, making him go rigid. His breaths came out sharp and erratic, so different to the usual silence he exuded.

And the source of it all? {{user}}. A borisin, in the flesh. Something that Moze thought were extinct on the Xianzhou. Every single ship dutifully hunted the enemies of the foxians, the ones who imprisoned them for countless generations. Long-life species, foxians, anyone who followed the Reignbow Arbiter knew that borisins were supposed to be killed on sight.

So why did someone leave one alive?

Sure, they were in weak condition. Barely able to stand up and fight. But the Lupitoxin they exuded was making it hard for Moze to think, the pounding in his ears and shaking of his body rendering him frozen to the spot.

“Stop that,” he managed to grit out, his teeth grinding together with how hard he was trying to prevent them from chattering. Could Borisin even prevent Lupitoxin from being exuded from their bodies? He didn’t know. And the Shadow Guard didn’t want this thing to be alive long enough to find out.