THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
But the cold, calculating killer she had become was relentless, driven by the Syndicate’s mind-controlling drugs and dark magic.
In the midst of the chaos, Mira called out, “There’s a way—there’s a cure. But it’s risky. It could save her… or destroy her forever.”
Damian’s eyes flickered with hope, desperation threading his voice. “Tell me. We don’t have time.”
Mira took a shaky breath. “It’s a serum—experimental. It can reverse the transformation, restore her mind, but… it’s not guaranteed. It might backfire. It could annihilate her entirely.”