Still… even as the thought of the Revenant Asphodel gnawed at the back of his mind, Lucien forced his breathing steady.
He doesn't want his ambitions to derail the expedition.
Practical matters came first.
Eirene guided them along a safer terrace, one marked by gentler runes. The air here was calmer.
At the edge of a shallow, shimmering channel, Lucien spotted a patch of pale-blue blossoms. Each flower cradled a tiny bead of frozen breath in its center, like a pearl waiting to thaw.
Eirene lifted a hand toward the inscription beside them and read it aloud.
"Trade a waking hour for a sleeping cure.
Pluck one, and your body rests while your breath wanders.
But let another guard your slumber—
and you shall rise wholly restored."
Marie's eyes practically glowed.
"So it's like… a free power nap with a full restore?" she whispered.
Lucien leveled a dry stare at her.
