Chapter 206: Competitor

"The pill was a gift from Uncle Zaire Zionee when I went to Anville. As for who made it, I honestly have no idea," Amari Snazell said, telling it straight. "Oh? Old Zaire gave it to you." Marcus Snazell seemed genuinely pleased to hear the name. "Then that pill must've been hard to come by." Zaire Zionee. The years they'd shared. Marcus Snazell's expression softened without him noticing, a faint smile tugging at his mouth as he drifted into memory. "Doctor Shayle, you think it was this pill that...