Gre’ never thought this day would come; years and years of the morning ritual; imbibing countless toxins from the myriad of poisonous plants, animals and reptiles of Layonara. In the early years, this was met with violent reactions. Some days, she could not even get out of bed. But Master Loa insisted—“what does not kill, makes us stronger”. There were many days Gre’ would have rather died and some days she thought she had. Only to wake to another column of vials arranged neatly on her nightstand. As the douses increased over the years, the affects slowly dissipated. Finally, she had built up her resistance to a point that the poisons no longer affected her. Even douses that would kill a man twice her size, went down with warmth and focused her Chi.