It was a calculated move. Beyond Sylas's own talents, Toby's skills were too valuable to let slip away. If Ulrich wanted to claim everything for himself, the transparent potion was his only option.
"There's no known way to fully counteract the potion's effects, correct?"
"Not that I know of. I doubt the creator even intended for a complete antidote to exist."
"So, without a legendary elixir, it's a guaranteed death sentence," Sylas said.
"Yes, I suppose so."
An elixir—a mythical potion capable of curing all ailments and even restoring severed limbs and organs. Such a legendary concoction could certainly counter the transparent potion's effects.
"Does anyone actually possess an elixir? It's the kind of thing that only shows up in fairy tales," Toby scoffed.
"Actually, yes. Ulrich has one."
"…What?" Max blinked, stunned. Sylas, lost in thought, smiled faintly.
Although this situation was problematic, in some ways, it was perfect.
