Third Person's POV
In the dilapidated room, Aurelia and Eleanor watched Ethan with trepidation after administering the potion to him.
Eleanor didn't allow her emotions to show on her face, but deep inside, she was already teetering on the edge of despair.
Even she understood how far-fetched her original plan to save her son had been.
She had gambled everything on an experimental potion whose effects she couldn't completely predict.
Ethan's body was already in an extremely critical condition, and rather than immediately curing him, her potion had deliberately created another battlefield inside his body.
The chances of everything going according to plan were frighteningly low, likely less than five percent.
Yet Eleanor refused to allow herself to accept failure.
She simply couldn't, not after finally reuniting with her son after eight long years.
For several minutes, nothing happened.
