Time ticked by, second by second.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
Velin stared at Mia, who was tied to a wooden chair, and said nothing.
The expected mental shock from resisting the drug never occurred. The subject did not descend into hallucinatory ramblings.
Nothing happened.
According to Master Valerius, the potion had been brewed with materials worth a full one hundred Golden Suns.
It was potent enough to plunge a giant troll into a dream state. Even the strongest mental resistance should have shown some reaction. At the very least, her will to resist should have weakened significantly. 'How can she be completely unaffected?'
Velin frowned and leaned in closer to observe Mia's face.
Hers was a delicate face with a slender chin, which made her purple eyes seem exceptionally large.
On her forehead, two small bumps had pierced the skin—the underdeveloped horns of a succubus.
