After a while, Prana handed him a vial of potion filled with light golden liquid and tossed another to Crom: "Drink up."
"What is this stuff?"
Crom and Geir spoke in unison.
"The Black Vatican Priest gave it to me before we set out, saying it's a magic potion that can rapidly restore energy. His friend gave it to him."
Prana also took out a vial of the same specification and smiled: "He said, although the side effects are strong, if we truly can't overcome our hardship, just take one, it should restore about sixty percent of our strength."
Crom stared wide-eyed in shock.
Geir, however, didn't hesitate to pull out the wooden stopper and poured the liquid in the vial straight into his mouth.
Then he let out a few sounds similar to zombie howls, emitting smoke from his seven orifices, and collapsed on the ground motionless.
Collapsed motionless on the ground...
Motionless...
"He's not moving!!"
