The Captive Luna: A Potion of Oblivion
Raven instantly gripped Lyra’s hand tighter, his voice hoarse, all light drained from his eyes,
“What kind of poison is it? Is there an antidote?”
Healer Elric looked at Raven and slowly shook his head, face ashen,
“There is no antidote. Nightfang’s Curse… is known by another name in ancient texts, Life for Life.”
He drew in a labored breath, eyes avoiding Raven’s as he continued,
“To save someone poisoned by it, there’s only one way: they must drink the blood of a werewolf… but not just any blood.”
He looked up, voice heavy as if dragged from the depths of despair,
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