AN:
If you were here when last chapter was uploaded, please do go back and check. I've added a little bit more into that chapter, which I'm going to assume you guys don't wanna miss ;)
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Damien instantly recognised this.
Chysalis Serum!
Slowly grabbing the box out of the Cultist's hands, Damien stared down at it with a serious expression.
Recently, he had noticed the appearances of these syringes on his usual outings; usually, taken by those in the outer and middle rings. He had even seen his siblings use them, every now and then.
At times, he was rather curious about the syringes, even thinking about requesting one from his siblings. However, after some careful consideration, he chose otherwise, having found out that the names of the manufacturers haven't been made public yet.
But to think that...
'Could the Cult of Jesters be behind creating these?' Damien thought before closing the lid. He then caused the box to vanish into his spatial storage.
