Warlock Ch 323. Testimony
Damian, who had been watching the battle mage sway slightly on his feet, let out a long sigh. "Alright, before we go playing hero, how about you start by drinking the goddamn potion first?" He motioned to the vial still clutched in the battle mage's trembling hands. "You are one step away from collapsing, and I really don't feel like carrying your ass."
The battle mage blinked down at the vial, like he had completely forgotten he was holding it. "Right… yeah."
He pulled the cork out, tilted his head back, and downed the whole thing in a single go. The magic kicked in almost immediately, a faint glow spreading through his veins as the potion started repairing his wounds. His shoulders sagged with relief, the tension in his body easing just slightly.
Evelyn crossed her arms. "Better?"
The battle mage exhaled. "Still feel like I got chewed up and spit out by a chimera, but… yeah. Better."
