"That's impossible!" the King exclaimed, his brow furrowing with disbelief. "How could I be poisoned? I feel perfectly fine; nothing has changed."
"That is the terrifying part," Ethan explained calmly. "I am sure you feel yourself growing stronger the longer you keep it near... and you have even experienced recurring thoughts of consuming it, am I wrong?"
The King nodded with absolute gravity. The brat seemed to know every detail, without him having to utter a single word.
"That is precisely the purpose of this gem," Ethan continued. "This is called the Blue Dragon Marrow. And despite its name, it is not the actual marrow of a real dragon, but a runic representation of one. It serves to seal someone's will inside. Over time, that will gradually seeps into the victim's body until replacing them. The resources spent crafting this tiny sphere are comparable to half a realm... By its name, I suppose you can deduce who made it."
