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... soning a third evolution beast or a second evolution beast because beasts have great noses—especially the supernatural beasts from Areswood Forest.

To poison a beast, you either have to stab them with the poison, soak them in it, ideally with a hurricane arrow, or mask the poison so well that even their "superhuman" (but for beasts) senses—like smell—is completely worthless. And the stronger the poison is, the more difficult this becomes.

And sometimes, even after mixing your poi ...

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