Chapter 52: Tampering
It was the lingering influence of the person who had dared to consume even a small portion of the blood elixir.
The elixir, with its potent and ancient power, coursed through their veins like liquid fire. It possessed a unique signature, an essence that Luke alone could perceive. And now, with the knowledge of its theft, he understood why his senses had been on edge since his arrival.
It was the presence of the thief, the one who had imbibed the elixir, that stirred his unease. A ripple of anger surged through him, a primal instinct to reclaim what was rightfully his. The audacity of someone else wielding his power, even in a diluted form, ignited a fierce determination within him.
"Listen, Isabelle, I need your help," Luke requested, his voice laced with determination.
"Surely, Luke. I would be more than ready to assist you!" Isabelle responded, her eyes gleaming with unwavering loyalty.
