Chapitre 66: Relics

"Impossible," Henrik's voice reverberated through his laboratory as he stared incredulously at the salve in his hand. The red jar held a translucent, otherworldly substance. He turned it over and examined it closely, unable to believe what he was seeing. "This is impossible!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mixture of astonishment and disbelief.

"How?" Henrik's voice quivered as he tore his gaze away from the jar and locked eyes with the composed Eve. Without warning, he closed the distance between them, his eyes wide with wonder. His hand reached out to touch her shoulder, but before he could make contact, the Prince intervened, swiftly slapping Henrik's hand away.

"Did you witness it?" Henrik turned his gaze towards Maximilian, pointing at the fallen servant who lay on the floor. Just moments ago, the servant had a deep gash across his stomach, yet now the wound was nowhere to be found.