The small vial shimmered with a sparkling red glow, its contents swirling like a bottled storm. Within the liquid, flecks of green and purple herbs drifted lazily, each piece holding concentrated mana and alchemical potency. Though it only held about 50 ml, it might as well have been nitroglycerin for how dangerous it looked in Auren's hand.
Auren's grip tightened on the tiny bottle, his fingers trembling slightly—not from fear, but anticipation.
'Master! Are you sure about that!? Is this really the best time to use the Red Bull!?' Bigbird's voice echoed in his mind, laced with genuine worry.
After all, what Auren was holding wasn't an ordinary potion. It was a homemade booster—a concoction so unstable it made most alchemists weep in horror. Based loosely on the idea of Earth's energy drinks, the Red Bull was Auren's most volatile invention to date. It worked like an arcane shot of adrenaline, caffeine, steroids, and reckless abandon… in one sip.
