"It'll do more than that…" Melody spoke up, her voice softer than usual, yet laced with seriousness. There was a gentle strength in her tone—surprisingly delicate for someone so often cold. She had regained her composure, her noble poise returning like a mask slipping back into place.
"It might even erase your scars completely," she added, her eyes holding a rare solemnity.
Rudy's gaze brightened at her words, though a flicker of hesitation lingered.
Michael gave an encouraging nod and raised the phial. "Go on, take it. See for yourself. Half of these belong to you anyway—don't forget."
"R-right… because I won the bet," Rudy said, tension slowly easing from his shoulders. He reached out and accepted the phial, inspecting it closely before pulling the stopper free.
He sniffed the glowing red liquid and immediately grimaced. "Smells metallic… like blood."
"Well, that's not surprising considering it uses Tr—"
