The tension in the air didn't vanish when Kaidren stopped talking — it simply shifted, like a storm cloud lingering just beyond the horizon.
Logan leaned back in his chair, arms folded, his sharp red eyebrows furrowed as his gaze stayed locked on Kaidren. "Again... You're telling me," he said slowly, "that what's in that bottle… isn't normal?"
Kaidren, still composed despite the skeptical edge in Logan's tone, gave a short nod. "That's right," he replied, his voice steady. "This isn't something you'd find in nature. It stopped being a 'natural liquid' the moment I finished making it."
Logan's lips curled into a small, mocking scoff. "A blatant lie if I've ever heard one," he said, leaning forward just enough for the light to catch the faint smirk at the edge of his mouth. "If it's so unusual, prove it. Words without proof are just air."
