He let out a small sigh. He knew it was just a hopeful dream, yet it was one worth chasing. After all, every step forward mattered.
He picked up a small glass vial from the table beside him. The liquid inside shimmered faintly with a golden-red hue, as if it were alive.
Ethan turned it slightly, watching the light dance across its surface. Then he asked quietly,"System, I just have to drink it, right?"
[Yes.]
The calm, mechanical response echoed inside his mind.
"But don't people usually apply it on their skin or absorb it through their body?" he asked again, uncertain.
[That's the correct method and far more efficient. However, for someone with no adaptation to the Draconic lineage, it would be too dangerous and wasteful.]
Ethan nodded slightly. "Makes sense."
He pulled the cork open. The moment the seal broke, a pungent, burning smell burst out, hitting his nose with full force.
"Ugh…" He winced, his eyes watering slightly. "What is this smell?"
