Aether cracked the skull-shaped potion. A crimson, blood-like substance poured out and spilled onto his hair.
As it seeped through his black hair and slid over his dark eyes, he laughed eerily.
It was a potion that pushed Aether to the brink of death. By being so close to death, he could unleash a skill that would help him defeat the dragon.
Since Aether could heal from any wound, he couldn't truly reach the brink of death by being beaten. So, in his previous life, he created a potion that allowed him to experience the very moment when people feel they are on the verge of death.
After Aether returned from the cultists, he decided to recreate this potion and ordered the head butler to bring the necessary materials.
After the fight with the Soulborne, he crafted the potion.
As he used it, his life force began to slowly decrease.
Sensing this, the dragon stopped midair.
"Hey, what was that potion?"
