Chapter 142: Dark Cloak of Death

Celine Ryan’s eyes widened slightly. "Ah, the Dark Cloak. Yes, I’ve heard of it. Nasty business. Why do you ask?" "I want to replicate it," she said, her voice steady. "I need something that will redeem me. I’m sure you’ve already heard the gossip; I have fallen from grace. I hate the thought of it, but I have no choice. It is what I’m obviously facing right now." "I see what you mean," he said. "But it’s dangerous. In fact, I don’t have it here. Even if you wanted to replicate it—which is no small feat—I would have to actually go and buy the most toxic ingredients and then attempt to replicate it. It’s not going to be as perfect. The Dark Cloak of Death was so terrible that it caused the skin of werewolves to melt off their bones. We can’t make something like that easily, so we’ll have to do it the long way." "I’ve been suspended," Celine said. "I have all the time in the world to waste, at least." Celine leaned forward at the desk again. “I have one question. It’s all well and