“What serum are you referring to, dear?” I raised my eyebrow, slightly intrigued. Prilly’s face turned even redder as everyone followed my gaze towards her. As if representing Prilly, Mara stood up and explained that they were talking about a blood serum that could make our kind to be immortal.
“Where did you learn about this serum, Mara?” Timothee inquired with a furrowed brow, his curiosity piqued by the mysterious nature of the conversation.
“From a weathered tome filled with ancient legends,” Mara replied nonchalantly, her eyes gleaming with a hint of secret knowledge as she settled back into her chair.
“You shouldn’t delve into such arcane knowledge at your age; the foundations are what matter most,” Timothee cautioned, his tone tinged with concern. Glancing at Prilly, he added, “P
