The arrival of the best master healer in the country reignited Aiden's and everyone else's hope that they could survive this.

Due to the magnitude of the situation, Lemuel didn't reminisce about the past with the other healers present. He picked a random person and started taking his pulse. After one minute, he stood up.

"Can an antidote be made, Mr. Morris?" asked Hector, who felt a headache coming on. If this situation wasn't dealt with well, devastating consequences were sure to come.

If these people had really died, the headquarters would certainly be blamed, as they were the organizer of the Martial Arts Competition. Who would want to shoulder the blame when the time came?

"This is the Blightbane Poison. I read about it in a medical book once. It was concocted by a highly skilled practitioner of medicine from the last dynasty. According to the book, even the inventor himself has not formulated an antidote for it."

What? A poison from the previous dynasty?

"And this is wh