Kai's eyes lit up as he studied the four chained men.
Their muscles were corded with incredible strength, and their eyes were fierce despite the poison coursing through their veins.
The old man's words echoed…
"They can only live for thirty more days unless they are cured."
Most survivors dismissed them immediately. To others, they were a waste of medals… doomed soldiers with no future.
But Kai's mind worked differently.
He thought of Aurora, tending to the exotic plants in Freedom Shelter.
The Mutagenic Root, the Disruptive Stem, the Oil Pod, the Sustenance Vine… all hazardous in their raw form. Yet Aurora's talent, Plant Enthusiast, had already transformed batches of these crops into antidotes, cures, and even enhancement materials.
What had once been poison was now medication.
He thought of Vera, the alchemist, who had stabilized wounded survivors with concoctions brewed from unstable reagents. If anyone could refine a cure from Aurora's modified plants, it was her.
