LUXURIA.
The herbs lay neatly crushed and blended in the small bowl before me, their scent earthy and bitter as I carefully poured the final mixture into a glass vial. It was dark already, and I felt the illness taking a new height.
I had to hurry up.
My hands trembled as I worked, though I wasn't sure why—anxiety had crept into my bones since earlier today after speaking with Dashi.
This potion was supposed to help me. Supposed to give me strength. Whatever was brewing inside me, this would fix it.
I sat down in front of the small mirror in the dimly lit room with the vial in my trembling hand.
I took a deep breath, my reflection staring back at me. Then, without thinking further, I tipped the vial back and swallowed it.
For a moment, nothing happened. The taste was bitter, burn
