She knew that Alaric Von Seraph and Raphael had already exhausted theirs. These last potions wouldn't last long.
Silently, she passed them over one by one.
Her clear, waterlike eyes flickered with sadness she couldn't hide.
Alaric Von Seraph and Raphael's expressions were grim.
This mission should never have turned into this. Under normal circumstances, it was well within their expectations. They had never imagined encountering a beast tide, a calamity so far beyond prediction.
"Keep them," Alaric Von Seraph said, his voice as cold as ever, yet carrying unmistakable concern. "You'll need them more."
In the darkness of the White Mountains, with the roar of countless beasts chasing them from behind, those simple words carried a weight heavier than any promise.
Their chances of survival were shrinking by the breath.
If the potions were divided evenly, no one would last long. But if they were concentrated on a single person, perhaps that one person could still escape.
