Chapter 1145 The Four Clans And Hell

• Davian exchanged a swift, knowing glance with Aiden. The unspoken spark between them felt like two flints struck in the dark. He rested a broad palm on Poe’s shoulder. “Poe, have you ever heard of the Imperium Pill?”
• The question hit Poe like a thunderclap. He blinked, then shot to his feet so quickly the chair rattled back. Wide-eyed, he looked from Davian’s oddly calm face to Aiden’s steady gaze, words failing him.
• His voice came out as a reverent whisper. “Is this... the Imperium Pill?”