"As you can see, over the past three years, your body has been in a state of constant deterioration. And because you lack a divine frame, it's been extremely difficult for us to make a proper assessment of your condition. But one thing is certain- it's as if there's a bottomless well inside your body. Your mana levels keep dropping, and that's why we've had to sustain you with a vial of mana potion every three days..."
Berthud continued his relentless monologue, detailing every grim corner of Auren's health with the tone of a man who had long stopped caring about bedside manners.
The old healer looked exactly like someone who spent more time hunched over patients than sleeping—his thick gold beard was unkempt, his large belly strained against his robes, and his eyes sagged with the weight of chronic exhaustion.
