"Congrats on the breakthrough," Tugnier said, flashing that same cocky grin of his.
The guy was literally leaking blood like a broken faucet and still found the energy to act smug.
I swear, if confidence was a stat, he'd have it maxed out.
Merin swayed on her feet, her breathing shallow. Her eyes looked glassy, unfocused, she didn't have much time left.
That Aethercore might've boosted her power for a bit, but now it was eating her alive from the inside.
"Umm… Rune…" Quinn spoke up, her voice gentle yet uneasy. "Advance potion…"
Her tone trailed off at the end. I could tell she was worried sick about Tugnier, but also not sure if I had what I promised to bring.
I mean, fair point, we'd been through a literal warzone, and she wasn't wrong to doubt. If I didn't have one, she'd have to rush in and patch up her husband before he bled himself into a puddle.
I sighed, rubbing my temple. "Of course," I said. "At least someone had to stick to the plan."
