"That liquid looks so calm inside this small glass bottle, Elara. But why do I feel like I’m holding death itself?"
Julian stared at the deep blue vial with slightly trembling hands. They were now in the secret medical bay inside the underground hangar belonging to the House of Ravenscroft. The air here was bone-chillingly cold, smelling of ozone and sterile chemicals. In the distance, the roar of jet engines being warmed up sounded like the hum of a giant, hungry bee.
"Because it is death, Julian. At least for your ordinary human cells," Elara replied as she prepared an auto-injector. Her face showed no emotion, but her sharp eyes couldn't hide the deep concern within. "This Aether adaptation serum will force your body to accept frequencies that exceed biological limits. If your heart i
