The silence of the room stretched on, broken only by the faint ticking of the clock mounted high on the wall. Minutes passed, long and unhurried, until Logan finally leaned back in his chair. He had been poring over every line of ink, every curve of formula, and every carefully labeled sketch scattered across the five sheets Kaidren had filled. His sharp eyes traced the unfamiliar symbols and the intricate steps of the potion-making process, as if committing them to memory.
At last, he exhaled—a long, deliberate breath that carried both satisfaction and resolution. Setting the final page gently back upon the desk, Logan looked up at Kaidren.
"You've given me much to think about," Logan said, his voice steady, tinged with a gravity that made it clear he wasn't merely being polite. His gaze sharpened before he continued. "Since I've seen the formula, there's something I must do."
