Draven POV
I cleared my throat slightly, “the soldiers who drank the potion really became stronger. So strong in fact, that they could now challenge and even win, over the most elite soldiers.
The king observed them for a week to see if the effects of the potion would stop, or reduce with time, but it didn’t. Instead they became stronger with each passing day.
So he picked fifteen of his elite soldiers to drink the potion too. He sent out announcements all over the land to invite people to watch. Day after day, the people marveled at the strength of his soldiers, until—“
“Wait,” Elena cut in, “why only fifteen? Why didn’t he feed it to the rest of his army?”
I flicked the top of her nose lightly, “I’m getting there. Stop interrupting.”
She mimed zipping her lips shut. It was suppose
