“You don’t understand,” Soren gasped. “I already opened it. Just a crack. I felt it—the end of everything. The death of the first cell. The scream of the first lung.”
Soren smiled. “Then it’s also the cure. And I intend to weaponize the cure.” “You don’t understand,” Soren gasped
“Mister Kessler, Miss Croft,” Dorian said, brushing debris from his jacket. “The box, if you please. Dr. Soren has a theory that the ‘breath of souls’ might be a concentrated biogenic agent. Immortality in a jar.” “You don’t understand