The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the window of Estella’s small study, casting long shadows across the scattered papers, jars of herbs, and glass vials filled with strange liquids. The scent of dried flowers and medicinal roots filled the air as she meticulously ground ingredients into powder with the mortar and pestle. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, her thoughts far from the quiet village life outside.
Estella had been refining the immortality formula for months, making it better, stronger, and more potent than the one that Carlos and Margaret had stolen from her. In fact, it had been months since the People’s Hospital started its free medicine, and a lot of villagers had gone missing since then. But what made it more worrisome is that, despite the large number of peop
