Everyone present knew how terrifying the poisonous miasma was. Without special antidotes, entering it was practically suicidal. Even the great families had only brought limited quantities of detoxification pills and potions, which was why none of them dared to bring too many people.
If Zora could refine a detoxification pill effective against the miasma, then her medical skill was no small matter.
"So that's how they crossed the miasma…" Zephrin murmured in realization.
Elowen's eyes lit up. "A physician capable of that is anything but ordinary."
In this world, background and lineage mattered. But refining pharmacists and physicians relied purely on skill. Zora's ability to develop such a pill was proof enough of her value.
Once word spread, countless families would scramble to win her favor.
"No wonder Kael Moonstone favors her," Sigmund said thoughtfully. "A doctor with such ability is worth more than most nobles."
