Tora was truly tough, enduring the excruciating pain as he pulled his shirt back to cover the wound.

In the crowd, Magnus suddenly shrieked in a high-pitched voice, "You're done for, absolutely finished. Once you're injured by a Blood Ghoul, there's only one way out—death."

He added, "No, it's not just as simple as dying. Your body will rot by necrotic venom, and you'll eventually suffer a fate worse than death until you become a mindless walking corpse that only knows bloodthirst and killing…"

As he spoke, he backed away, his eyes bulging with terror as he put distance between himself and Tora.

Ralph called out, "Mr. Veyne, are you serious?"

Magnus cursed, "Of course, I'm serious! It's 100% real! Have you forgotten what my profession is? I'm a geomancy specialist. Dragon-seeking, gold-parting, tomb-tracking, crypt-delving—omens, astronomy, terrain—there's nothing I don't know."

He continued, "Blood Ghouls are rare, sure. But they're real. They've been born out of ancien