SERAPHINA’S POV
The hall still hummed with noise long after Lucian’s announcement. Excited murmurs collided like sparks from flint, igniting speculation in every corner.
“The Moon Dew Nectar…could it be real?” someone called out, their tone half awe, half disbelief.
“The Moon Dew Nectar doesn’t exist,” someone else barked, disbelief curling through his tone. “It’s folklore.”
“No, I’ve read papers on it,” another insisted, breathless. “The plant’s real. The recipe? Lost centuries ago.”
“How could OTS possibly have it?”
“Or…is this all a clever trick?”
Speculation tangled with awe until the whole place was a fever dream.
I didn’t need heightened hearing to catch the words: impossible, fabricated, mythical, priceless.
The voices around me tangled together—awed gasps, suspicious whispers, greedy mutterings.
My hands fisted the fabric of my dress harder than I intended, my knuckles whitening. This was no ordinary prize.
