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Eorlund remembered his fight with the Dreamweaver, the vision she kept showing him about Mendel dying over and over again. He grunted. "My father is dead. The Kyneson is just the one who made me." He sat on the chair.

The Nord's veins were becoming green and visible from under his skin. He was also beginning to pant.

The fourth vial seemed to be the closest match. A concentrated Greenmote extract.