Translations:Codex: Tower of Trials/185/en

At least, it had been spaded before. Now it had split down the middle to reveal a slippery, drooling maw. Toothless, it flexed and sucked, slurping out the venom and leaving Mikhail more or less cured. But the hydra of his wound had split in two at the revelation behind the supposed “cure,” and, stumbling back, he pointed his knife at her.