At that very moment, a blast of dark liquid came rushing towards me. It looked like sludge, but that purple hue gave it a distinctly toxic appearance. I knew what it could do—and I had no intention of taking that hit.
I dodged and managed to avoid it. At least, for the most part. Zalrorg's Miasma still struck my heel and foot, and I felt it the instant the vile substance coated my right foot.
"Huh!" A pained sound escaped my throat.
If it had been ordinary mud, it wouldn't have hurt. It would've just been unpleasant to be covered in filth. But Miasma was nothing like that. Hell, I'd rather a car splashed through a puddle right in front of me.
My entire foot radiated pain. I tried to stand, but the moment I pressed it against the ground, the pain made me lose my balance. Just looking at it made me sick. It wasn't covered in sludge—rather, it was as if the Miasma had seeped into my skin, turning it pitch black.
