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"Clang." That damn silver arrowhead that caused Alpha Klaus to pass out, along with the strange gray liquid flowing from it, dropped onto the floor with a crisp sound. Long fingers picked up the arrowhead from the floor, and the redhead man carefully examined it through his glasses for a moment. "It's tainted with a special poison, no wonder Klaus looks like this now." The top of the arrowhead had a strange green stain, shimmering with an ominous light. As he spoke, the black crow carried a glass bottle in its slender beak, refilling it with the gray liquid oozing from the wound, then flapped its wings to put the medicine bottle back in place. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Klaus's complexion finally regain some color. His dark purple lips gradually returned a bit of rosy hue,