The light in the dispensary was cold and white, refracting off the glassware like a layer of silent frost.
Liam stood at the workbench, his hands still trembling slightly.
Carefully, he set the glass syringe down on a metal tray. The liquid inside gleamed with a dim amber glow against the glass wall—like the very essence of life trapped within. But that precious fluid was now less than a third of what it used to be.
“Damn it…”
He cursed under his breath, pulling off his gloves, the veins on his forehead faintly pulsing. The Fado Elixir—the rare potion Lucas had risked his life to retrieve, an heirloom passed down from their grandfather—could awaken the body’s regenerative powers on a cellular level. But now, there wasn’t nearly enough left for a full treatment.
He gently placed the el
