The needle goes straight into his neck.
An intense shock flows through his entire body, he begins to shake and foams at the mouth.
"Suicide?" Vergil asked.
"Negative, his body temperature is rising and falling, his body is going through a metamorphosis," Venta said.
"Like a butterfly? What do you even mean by that?!" Vergil shouted.
But before the vent could happen, the cave started to get colder and colder.
William was still shaking on the ground.
"Is this because of his mana? No that can't be, I'll finish him right here!" Vergil jumped and threw his black dagger at William, however a wall of ice deflected it.
The ferals were in shock, ice was forming around William like a shell.
The king's body returned to normal and he stood up, the wound that the needle had created had healed
