Chapter 1177

After swallowing the antidote, Zarian bounced back instantly, returning to its fiery temperament. It pointed a claw at Wyatt and roared, "Ryatt, you better watch your back! Your bad day is coming!" With that, it bolted—but Wyatt's calm words stopped it dead in its tracks as if it had been rooted to the ground. "That was just the first dose. It'll last two hours. If you try to run, you'll need the second antidote," Wyatt said with a sly grin. "You son of a—" Zarian froze, its face darkening as it realized it was still trapped. Its brief hope of freedom had been shattered. "One more insult and you can forget about the second antidote," Wyatt added with a smirk. "Fine..." Zarian deflated, slumping to the ground. Its head drooped into its paws, the picture of defeat. "Let's go." Wyatt grabbed the pot of stew and motioned for Estelle and Linus to follow. They moved away quickly—Zarian's lingering stench was too much to bear. Wyatt scooped a piece of golden meat from the pot, b