"It's not my first time dealing with… questionable ingredients," he said with a shrug. He paused, holding up a severed limb.
"Neutral. Useless for food but decent for alchemical study."
Mikhailis murmured under his breath.
"Interesting."
"What's interesting?" Vyrelda's voice carried a hint of irritation.
He looked up briefly, his smirk returning.
"The science of it. You wouldn't understand."
Vyrelda scowled, gripping her sword tighter.
"Try me."
"Later," he said dismissively, returning to his work.
"Right now, I need to focus."
His hands moved meticulously, separating flesh, sinew, and bone into their respective piles. The "edible" pile remained small, containing only a few organs and tissue fragments. The "poisonous" pile grew rapidly, its stench becoming more unbearable with every addition.
Lira finally broke the silence.
