Seraphine left to report to Cassian, carrying the final formula like it was both a miracle and a knife.
Meanwhile, Lucien returned to the house Cassian had provided him.
He closed the door behind him and let the silence wash over his nerves for the first time in days.
Only then did he realize how many things had to go right for that "simple" phrase to exist.
He opened his storage and looked at the ingredients they had consumed in the last week.
Even with all his treasures, he still found himself exhaling in disbelief.
The Liberators' resources were absurd.
They had herbs and catalysts that did not belong to common markets.
Some of them carried Law residues so faint it looked like ordinary life until you brewed it and realized it was a concept wearing a leaf.
He remembered them clearly.
Calmweft Root.
In solution it did exactly what they needed. It soothed the circulation clause and kept the body from panicking while the flaw was touched.
