AdrianCharles rambled about his wife, too, how she had received the treatment, how the years had peeled off her like dead skin. She looked younger now, radiant, he said. Glowing, even. He sounded proud. Like a child showing off a toy he didn't understand."And the immunosuppressant?" Dimitri asked from the shadows.Charles nodded quickly. "It regulates the mutation, lets them live longer, almost indefinitely. It relaxes the immune system, allowing the venom to wrap around the cells. That way, the immune system becomes... enhanced. They heal faster, get stronger. Unless something catastrophic happens, they live. For years.""And when they die?" I asked, stepping closer.His eyes flicked toward mine, and for a heartbeat, he forgot how to breathe.“Dragomir has people,” he said. “A network. They collect the bodies. Anyone who dies becomes part of his army, resurrected, reconditioned. He calls them ‘preserved assets.’ It doesn’t happen often. Only when there’s… poisoning, or a violent d
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