The possibility of a cure was a bright hope on the horizon, but the dark risks could not be ignored. Still, he knew that in the worst-case scenario, he would end up coming back, and he saw no other option. His curse ate away at his mind whenever it worked, and if there was even the slightest chance of getting rid of it, he had to try.
"I accept," Victor said, his voice firm despite the fear growing inside him.
Mari breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "Good. I'll start synthesizing Noctiluria right away. It will be a delicate process, so you'll have to wait. It's dangerous to rush while I'm working."
Victor nodded and stepped back, leaving Mari to concentrate on her task. He watched as she began the preparations, moving with almost mechanical precision between the various pieces of equipment laid out on her workbench.
