Irina's POV
Sloane's head drooped, her shoulders slumping in defeat. I could see the guilt eating away at her. "If only I wasn't so weak, if I wasn't destined to die young, Wilson wouldn't need to hunt for the Refreshing Pill," she whispered.
The fabled remedy was rumored to bring back the dying, stretch out lives, and even alter destiny for souls like hers—condemned to brief existences.
I grasped what Sloane was really saying. Once upon a time, I would've created a Refreshing Pill specifically for her. But now, given how everything had unfolded, I genuinely felt powerless.
Sloane released a quiet breath and wrapped herself around me, holding tight. She whispered, "Irina, do you believe there's really a drug as incredible as the Refreshing Pill? If it's real, could it actually rescue me?"
I softly adjusted the covers around her and replied, "Don't stress, Sloane. We'll find a solution somehow."
