Elias stood by the table. The young Priest could feel the plants exuding a thirst for flesh and blood.
The feeling made him deeply uncomfortable.
"Hold out your hand." Velin's voice was flat. He was adjusting a brand-new set of glass extraction equipment without looking up.
Elias hesitated.
"My lord Count, this plant... it gives me a very ominous feeling."
He struggled to organize his words.
"It craves life, while my power comes from faith and protection. Its nature is fundamentally opposed to my own."
"Paradoxes are what make research valuable." Velin finally stopped what he was doing. He turned and looked at the Priest with his amber eyes. "Elias, your Holy Light can't eradicate the plague, only suppress it. This proves that Holy Light and the curse are on the same tier of energy, but with opposing properties."
Velin picked up a young Blood-sucking Vine.
"It is a blank container. I want it to absorb the anti-curse properties in your blood."
