Chapter 404

The vial in Eleanor’s hand gleamed ominously under the fluorescent light. Its crimson contents, synthetic blood, could be a miracle or a curse. Though it mimicked human blood and sustained life, its side effects were insidious and inevitable. Eleanor’s eyes were cold and calculating as she poured the liquid into the container prepared by the nurse. She paused to glance at the unconscious figure on the floor, her expression unreadable. Slowly, she crouched beside the nurse and murmured something inaudible, her voice soft but commanding. It wasn’t a prayer—it was hypnosis. Eleanor’s tone wove an intricate spell, manipulating the nurse’s subconscious. She sought to erase any memory of what had transpired, ensuring her plan would proceed flawlessly. Minutes passed before Eleanor rose, her movements graceful and deliberate. She settled into a chair, her composure as serene as ever. The nurse stirred, groaning softly as she came to. Confusion clouded her features as she glanced around the ro