A portion of the Heart of a Catastrophe, even a fragment, was priceless.
Crimson Sky Wyrm had been an Overlord-rank monster.
That alone placed its remains in a category most people only read about in sealed reports or heard mentioned in whispers by veterans who had survived too much.
When an Overlord's heart was processed and refined into a potion, it could be injected directly into the body.
The success rates were low, but the potential was terrifying.
A minor chance to learn one of the Wyrm's skills.
A chance to gain a physical trait. In extremely rare cases, a full physique or bloodline purification.
And those chances weren't fixed.
They changed depending on compatibility.
Isaac's gaze drifted to Alice, who was standing a short distance away, listening quietly.
She looked calm, but he knew her well enough by now to catch the faint tension in her shoulders.
'If Alice drinks it…' he thought.
She was a dragon.
