A Futile Endeavor

Eve's voice wavered as she tried to articulate her thoughts. "I... I meant to say... there have been rumors that the evil sorceress attempted to create such a concoction, a substitute for human blood," she explained in a hushed tone. "But the whispers suggest that Evelynn Rosetta, regrettably, was unable to perfect it. I cannot provide any concrete evidence, but if such a substance exists, it would be prudent for me to examine it."

Her mind raced with conflicting emotions. Evelynn Rosetta's unfinished work still lingered in her lab, waiting for its completion. And yet, the Prince's revelation about the Blood Cocktail being present in the black market for months presented a stark contradiction. What did this discrepancy imply?