The Dark Miasma felt like salted water touching a gash. He had swum in a sea with open wounds before.
"I'll be fine." He repeated more confidently than the first time.
Closing his eyes to avoid the miasma getting in, he trudged in. He groaned as the heavy air engulfed him, making his skin tremble. His steps increased, but the miasma clashed with his body harshly, and his legs began to waver.
[-7 HP.]
"Shut up." He murmured with breaking lips. "Couldn't you just do it all at once…"
The air tasted like rotten bodies and sulphur. A mixture he didn't think he'd ever taste at once.
[-15 HP.]
Benign stretched his hand towards the door so he could open it the moment he felt it. The elf men retreated farther as the miasma continued to spread.
"Concentrate... on only... me…" He coughed as the forbidden air entered his lungs.
His breath seized. He endured the burns till his right hand hit a hard surface.
