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After all, it placed him among the organization's true power elite.
A Grand Deacon typically oversaw an entire region, sometimes a whole country, or even several smaller ones combined.
"Oh, right," Kaldor added casually, as if suddenly recalling something. "The organization asked me to bring you this, our new special drug. It's meant to treat the damage from your experiments."
As he spoke, he pulled out a vial filled with a faintly glowing green liquid.
Zeke's eyes lit up with feverish excitement. He bowed deeply as he accepted it. "Thank you, sir! Thank you! I swear I'll serve the organization with absolute loyalty!"