Lacking Time

Max's had an extremely ugly look on his face as heard the old man speak.

He could only think of one guy who would use this thing. The person who was from the side of Demons. The one who wanted Lear dead in order to install his own puppet in the Barnes House.

It had to be James.

It seemed Max's suspected was right. It was that b*stard.

"What's the way to cure this poison?" Max asked him with a serious look on his face.

"..."

"Why are you not speaking?" He further asked him with a frown.

But, the old Progenitor just shook his head with a sigh.

"There isn't any know cure to it till date."

"How is that possible?" Max looked at him with a grim face.

"How is not possible? Typhon is a creature that no one could ever rival. It is very obvious if it's poison doesn't have a cure." The old man shrugged, as if it was obvious to him.