Prentice and Gerard stood before an ominous pit. A toxic cloud of miasma rose from its depths like a shroud of death.
"This is the difficult part. The miasma will be the end of any creature not of Serpentis descent. I've heard that it melts your body from the inside out when you start breathing it in."
"I should be okay, Prentice. I have several resistances against this sort of thing."
"Even if that is true, I cannot accompany you, Gerard," Prentice's voice carried a note of concern. "I will remain here, watching and waiting from a safe distance."
Gerard nodded, a flicker of determination igniting in his eyes. With a deep breath, he steeled himself and stepped into the toxic miasma.
[Poison Resistance is in effect.]
[Decay Resistance is in Effect.]
[Corrosion Resistance is in Effect.]
Gerard's skin tingled slightly as the surrounding cloud of toxic gasses swirled around him.
*Well, it's not that bad...*
