She stood tall, without hiding her identity.
She had nothing to fear.
At the sound of that name, Rurik's expression shifted.
Zora.
In the past few days, this name had spread throughout Heavenly City like wildfire. All because of one thing — the Elixir of Tranquility.
The Alchemists Association cared about many things, but none more than medicinal Potions… especially the ones they don't have the formula for.
They had wanted to contact Zora for days, but academy rules prevented any outside organization from approaching students directly.
And now, the very person they wanted had walked into the association herself.
Cassian, however, had been in seclusion recently researching medicinal formulas. He knew nothing of the rumors surrounding Elixir of Tranquility, and naturally, the name Zora meant nothing to him.
He narrowed his eyes.
"Zora," he said slowly. "I'll remember that name."
