"Acid blood!"
The blood that spurted out of Dante's cut neck sizzled as it fell on Cael's face and clothes. It was rapidly dissolving them, at the same time evaporating into a pink, dangerous gas that rapidly filled the air bubble created by Cael.
With a hiss, Cael jerked away from Dante, rubbing his eyes. In the tiny volume of the air bubble, it was impossible for him to avoid touching the pink acidic gas.
Only Dante, whose body was fully adapted to it, could stay unaffected. And he grinned, looking at the results of his work.
Like he estimated from Cael's reaction to the sleeping gas from his pipe during their previous meeting, Cael wasn't immune to toxins. Much more probable was that Cael's regeneration was strong enough to power through their effects. As long as no more toxin was introduced into his body!