Preparation

Callista was in her lab, mixing the first patch of the poison. She stirred the liquid in her cauldron, trying her best not to breathe in the steam that was coming out of it. As much as she hated the fact that Demetria was the one to bring up the idea to the Dragon King, she was happy with the effect of her work. If this plan succeeds, she will make sure to point out she played a significant role there.

The witch pulled the cauldron off fire, allowing it to cool down, before pouring it into the bottles Demetria would use.

The following delivery will take place soon, and Callista wanted her part of the work to be done by then.

She was preparing the flasks when the door to her lab opened without warning. Kylan came in, shutting them loudly.

- I did not remember giving you permission to enter my workplace without asking. - Callista hissed, fixing the bottles that fell over from the impact of his entrance.

- I am wasting my time here! - The man spoke, banging his fist on the table, ma