Xavier Acrux would not die here on this table, the bleeding wounds from his missing wings and gauntness of his face the only things left of him beyond this moment. “Then find him some Basilisk antivenom that was bottled before such a death,” I snarled. “Go and ask the Oscuras for it, if you don’t already know, that is where you need look. They hold all manner of treasures in their possession, and will no doubt be able to find you this.”
