"It's the best way to drink it," Rhys said calmly. "It dulls the bitter taste."
Adyr couldn't tell if he meant the bite of the alcohol or the serum, or if he simply didn't care enough to separate the two.
He leaned in with genuine interest, his gaze fixed on Rhys's face and the way the man held the flask like it was nothing. "How is it? Do you feel the serum's effects?" His focus sharpened as he asked, because the question mattered.
If they could turn normal humans into Practitioners, it would change everything.
And even if they couldn't awaken them as Practitioners, making them strong enough to rival Rank 3 would still be a major achievement. From there, they could even approach Rank 4, and that kind of boost would be an insane power-up for the entire human race.
In a war against the powerful groups thriving in the Midlands, humans could leverage their sheer numbers as a weapon, transforming bodies and rifles into tools that could effectively pressure monsters.
