Dr. Marcus glanced up from his instruments, his brow furrowed with uncertainty. "But we're so close. The elixir could be the breakthrough in medival world we've been searching for."
Tristan, driven by a growing sense of unease, approached the scene, his voice carrying a tone of urgency as he implored to halt the ongoing process. "We can't risk Gabriel's health for this. We need to prioritize his well-being above all else."
Amidst the clinical efficiency of the blood collection, Tristan's plea for cessation echoed against the stone walls of the castle, a desperate attempt to shield Gabriel from the perilous consequences of pushing the boundaries of his supernatural capabilities.
"The elixir, poised to defy the inevitability of mortality, became both a beacon of hope and a harbinger of sacrifice within the fortress,"
