The fat manager couldn’t believe his own eyes. He actually sent someone to verify the two pills in Kael Draven’s hand—just to be sure.
“Are these real? And the quality—what’s it like?” he asked, skepticism all over his face.
Rowan Valen watched, a flash of surprise and, oddly, approval crossing his features before he turned back to the manager. The truth, though, was glaring. The manager forced a smile and admitted, “They’re genuine—Spirit-Gathering Pills. And the quality is excellent.”
Genuine. High quality. The words landed like a punch.
People stared. Nobody understood how Kael Draven had managed to refine Spirit-Gathering Pills in a single month—let alone make ones this good. After his bet with the Pill Alliance, everyone had been snooping around. The consensus was clear: Kael Drav
