If fate wanted me dead today, it would have to try a hell of a lot harder.
With that thought, I reached into my storage ring and pulled out a small, pitch-black pill.
It looked suspicious. Like the kind of thing that starts wars or cults.
But it wasn't a drug. Or some alchemy-induced bullshit.
This was a mana-reagent.
In this world, mana potions didn't exist. No chugging some suspicious glowing blue juice and yelling "My mana is all full!"
It was too illogical for this messed up world which still wanted to cling to logic.
Healing potions made sense. They were crafted using the mana of healers, people born with the right healing affinity, the right gift.
But there was no such affinity for mana recovery. No 'Restoration of Arcane Reserves' bullshit.
This mana-reagent pill was different.
Once chewed, it forces your lungs and heart into overdrive, ramping up mana recovery by pushing your body to the brink. It increased oxygen and accelerated blood flow.
