That very night, she returned to her room and was ready to begin the seventh, and final, poison cycle. Picking up the vial of poison, she slowly motioned it around in her hand, looking at the dark liquid inside.
Morena held it up to the lamplight and let out a slow breath as she steadied her nerves for what was undoubtedly going to be a very taxing process.
She didn't know what would happen when she drank it. The first six had nearly killed her, each one pushing her further past her limits, reshaping her body and blood alongside the energy within her.
If she hadn't trained every day to keep her strength up, if she hadn't guided her energy with every waking hour, she doubted she would have survived them unharmed.
Her body was stronger now, her elemental energy was also much denser than it was at the start.
But this... this final vial wasn't like the others. The AI had warned her multiple times about just how dangerous it was.
