As quickly as he had walked out of the cave, Nero returned.
His first battle just after leaving his safety had been rather abrupt.
But it had also been brutal and eye-opening.
If the Mirehound had not been so severely wounded, he would have had no chance of defeating it at all.
He collapsed to the ground.
His hands were bleeding terribly, nearly torn to ribbons by the Abomination.
'I doubt I will be receiving another Divine Elixir any time soon.'
He pursed his lips but figured he might as well try.
He closed his eyes and drifted into his subconsciousness.
As always, the Divine Oracle was floating in the nothingness.
He sucked in a deep breath.
"Oracle," he asked, "Will it be possible for me to receive another Divine Elixir right now?"
{The boons granted by the Divine Will are arbitrary and are dictated only by the I'm intent of the Divine One}.
Nero sighed dejectedly.
"I see..."
{But...}
Nero's eyes brightened, "There's a but?!"
