Being the son of a potion mistress came with many benefits. Orion had access from a very young age to all kinds of dangerous compounds, things that could have easily ended his fragile life. Asteria was well aware of this. She wasn’t the type of mother to constantly watch over his every move, but the danger of toddling around her lab couldn’t be overstated, so she did the most practical thing—she gave him protection by immunizing. Orion would never receive the exceptional benefits her class offered, but he could be protected against the most common dangerous elements she had lying around. Among them was the Last Breath, the purple powder she had personally invented, which could knock out anyone with a body score below a hundred. Little Orion had been given nearly infinitesimal amounts since he could eat solids, and the amount gradually increased over time, until he had developed enough immunity to move through the noxious cloud, when coupled with the general antivenin he’d just drunk. If he had been forced to breathe it in, this natural immunity wouldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds, but it was enough to keep the poison from seeping in through his skin, and that was more than enough, especially with magic at his fingertips. Ophelia went limp as soon as they jumped out of the carriage. No matter how much he might have preferred to keep her upright and awake, Orion’s main goal was to get them both out of the chaos inside the coach, and the amount of mana needed to shield her from the Last Breath would have (...)