The alchemist shook his head. "A visitor token links two mana signatures for a few minutes. It doesn't create a bond."
"It doesn't have to create one. The token only has to show us which signals the game accepts. Feed a player enough of those responses, and we force the system to recognize maximum bond early. Once the event opens, they make the same choice every Beastslayer made."
The alchemist's gaze drifted to Ashjaw's pale eye. "And when the player reaches that choice, what happens to the beast?"
Raze's fingers went still on the measuring table. Gold flickered once along Deadmaw, then died.
"Your guild wants a formula no one else can make, and you want your name on it," he said. "That's why you're still standing here."
The alchemist did not reach for the vial.
Raze leaned closer. "You knew where the blood came from. You had your chance to stop before CC-L17 went upstairs."
The alchemist gripped the edge of the table.
