"Wasn't acupuncture lost ages ago? How could it reappear?"
"And in the hands of such a young girl?"
"But think about it," someone whispered. "If her medical skills weren't extraordinary, how could she have refined a detoxification pill capable of countering the suffocating miasma?"
The House Ravens' spirit warriors exchanged glances, relief finally appearing on their faces.
They had secretly worried that Zora might be unreliable.
Now, all such doubts were completely erased.
Everyone stared at Zora in astonishment, their minds spinning as they tried to sort truth from deception.
"Miss Zora," one of the House Ravens' spirit warriors asked carefully, "don't you have a detoxification pill or a potion?"
In their view, if a pill could solve everything, then this whole affair felt far more complicated than it should have been.
"I'm not a prophet," Zora replied calmly. "How could I possibly have a medicine prepared for every kind of poison?"
