Healer and Will were both mortally wounded from the variant's devastating assault.
Within the Hell Realm, having gained a brief breather, Ezekiel took a moment to assess their condition. He knew time was running out. His body was trembling from mana depletion, and both he and Will were barely clinging to life.
They could perhaps make a final stand — but only after resting and restoring themselves. That fragile hope was all they had.
With shaking hands, Ezekiel pulled out several mana regeneration potions from his inventory. The numerous healing spells he'd cast had drained him dry, and without mana, his usefulness as a healer had all but vanished. He popped the potion open, tilting it to his lips—but the familiar surge of energy never came. Instead, a cold notification blinked before his eyes.
[You are currently in the Hell Realm. Consumables cannot be used without the Lord of Hell's Realm consent.]
A wave of helplessness washed over Ezekiel.
