"No!"
The word came out cold and final.
"An organization that can't police its own people, that allows con artists to prey on the desperate using their holy reputation... they're complicit! All of them!"
That day, something fundamental had broken inside Felt.
Not just grief for her mother.
Not just rage at being scammed.
But a complete loss of faith in institutions that claimed divine authority.
'If the church won't help people, if they can't even prevent fraud in their own ranks... then I'll do it myself!'
She threw herself back into research with an insane mind.
Not to cure her mother anymore.
That chance was gone forever.
But to create what the church had falsely promised.
And also as a way to fulfill a promise to both her mother and to herself… in order for others to not experience the pain she had experienced from the fraud church.
A true elixir.
She will create it with her own two hands.
Something that could cure any disease.
Not some bogus miracle.
