The man leaned back slightly, his sharp gaze cutting into Liam. His voice carried a weight that pressed against the silence of the room.
"After your father and I took more than we were supposed to… strange things started happening around us."
Liam's brows furrowed, his jaw tightening. "Strange things?" he repeated slowly, his suspicion dripping in every word.
The man nodded, his face unreadable. "Yes. We didn't immediately use what was inside those bottles. Your father was cautious. He stored them away and told me he just wanted to study them. He said we'd be fools to unleash something we didn't understand."
Liam's eyes narrowed. "So, he was scared."
"No," the man corrected firmly, shaking his head. "Not scared. Careful. Your father knew what would happen if we mishandled them. Using them recklessly would've been the beginning of something disastrous, something none of us could control. So, we decided to safeguard them, study them, maybe even recreate them."
