Lucas made his way back to Henrietta's chamber, the vials safely secured in the inner folds of his robe. When he entered, Henrietta was seated at her desk, going through scrolls filled with war dispatches and surveillance notes. She looked up the moment he came in, her expression sharpening as she saw the look in his eyes.
Lucas reached into his robe and retrieved the two vials, placing them gently on the polished obsidian table beside her. The liquid inside shimmered faintly, glowing with a hue that seemed almost alive. Henrietta leaned forward, examining them closely. She turned one over in her hand, watching the light ripple through it like the surface of a disturbed pond. Her brows furrowed.
"What is this?" she asked, her voice low, skeptical. "These little things... are supposed to restore a man's crippled cultivation?"
