152; antidote for shadow disciples

Chapter one hundred and fifty two; antidote for shadow disciples

As Chris left the store, with Sinclair’s father’s books tucked under his arm, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Glancing at the screen, he saw Jack Stone’s name flashing.

The memory of their last encounter flickered in his mind, Jack had had kept to his word which made him reliable, but there was an urgency in his voice that made Chris pick up immediately.

“Jack,” Chris greeted, his tone steady despite the flutter of concern in his chest.

“Chris,” Jack replied, his voice strained. “We’ve got a situation. You remember the elixir that kept people loyal to the Shadow Cult? The one we took , the master’s Bind Elixir,’ I believe it was called?”

Chris’s grip on the phone tightened slightly as the memories of that day came rushing back.

The Master’s Bind Elixir was a potent concoction, one that had ensnared the minds of many, ensuring their unwavering loyalty to the Shadow Cult.

Chris had given Jack stone the antidote wh