Ian's lips curled slightly in pride at the amazement he glimpsed in her eyes.
"We can only wait until we test the potions on those people to determine which one is the true cure."
He hoped nothing would go wrong.
"Don't worry. Eat. There's no pressure to find the cure immediately. If no cure is found, I'll take down the Church with us," Elora uttered in a matter-of-fact tone that almost made Ian choke again.
"Alright." Ian could only respond dryly, unable to come up with a reply to her frightening words.
He sensed she wasn't merely speaking carelessly; she would actually carry out her threat. Still, he wasn't particularly worried. He was confident in the potions he'd made.
They had never failed him.
With that thought, he focused on finishing his food before she said something even more shocking that would successfully choke him.
Elora said nothing more and allowed him to eat while her gaze lingered on the four potions on the table.
