The bathroom was as grand as the rest of the room . Walls made of white stone, a large golden-framed mirror, and a bathtub big enough to fit three people. The air smelled faintly of roses and fresh water mana.
Amon looked at his reflection in the mirror, his messy dark hair, his pale skin, and tired eyes.
"Alright... let's see what this thing can do," he muttered.
He uncorked the crystal tube. The golden liquid shimmered faintly, releasing a soft warmth into the air. Even just holding it made his body tingle.
'It smells… kind of sweet,' Amon thought before taking a deep breath.
Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and drank the potion.
The taste hit him instantly — warm and metallic, like honey mixed with lightning. For a moment, he thought it was pleasant… until his body reacted.
