Traces of war between the two factions of the drug plant had begun spreading. There was no denying that both sides were unbelievably secretive and powerful.
All their drugs used ingredients mostly found commonly in the cities and their operators were also undeniably powerful. If all of them were not spiked with low amounts of demonic energy that helped them be downed by the demons, then even we would have never had a shot at finding them.
"Such a powerful recipe, I do wonder what kind of master designed it," muttered Irina.
Wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, Irina sat across me in a sundress that fluttered with the wind. In her hands a fork rolled up her pasta.
I picked up the cup of coffee on our table and took a small sip, leaning back on my chair.
Above us was a parasol, hiding us from the sun in the outdoor seats of the lavish restaurant in the kingdom's capital, and beside us, was the head quarters of one of the larger merchant groups in the country.
