"She was poisoned on an academy expedition by the bite of a venomous roothfang snake. We've tried everything possible, invited blackflask Alchemists from different regions and organisations across the universe secretly, to try to provide an antidote for her." She sighed—an indication that the situation was a hopeless one.
Kailen was silent, listening.
She continued: "The problem does not lie in the antidote, but in the purity level of the antidotes provided. Had it been a matter of just crafting antidote, I could have personally handled it, and my great grand uncle, the ancestor, could have also handled it. However, the poison is too strong. Even the ancestor's antidote, which had a purity level of 90 percent, didn't work. We've tried everything possible, but she's still not recovering; she keeps deteriorating further."
Kailen understood.
