As the healing potion slid down Vlav's throat, the gash on his face visibly began to mend. But at the same time, the energy he'd gathered earlier was dispersing at an accelerated rate.
The breakthrough—was slipping away.
"Bring me another vial of the Divine Elixir," Rus ordered without hesitation, extending his hand.
Though unsure of Rus's intention, Mosingan obeyed without question and handed him a vial with great reverence.
Uncorking it, Rus immediately poured the shimmering potion down Vlav's throat.
At that moment, Vlav's heart was a storm of conflicting emotion.
On one hand, the warm numbness of his healing wounds. On the other, the despair of watching his hard-won battle aura dissolve into nothing—the seed that had begun to take shape now shattered into fragments, replaced by a crushing emptiness.
Divine Elixirs were beyond precious. If he missed this chance… there might not be another.
