Everyone's eyes turned toward the row of crystal goblets, each one faintly glowing with golden sparkles that shimmered within the water. A serene aura radiated from the liquid—it was gentle yet profound, brushing against their souls and soothing tightly coiled nerves. Across the table, even the shallow cuts and bruises on some of their bodies visibly began to mend.
This was the power of the Golden Anchor Stone—a divine artifact said to bless not just the body, but the spirit with healing. Merely being near it could flush away exhaustion, restore vitality, and mend hidden wounds.
Eros stared at the glass before him, his expression unreadable, though inwardly he could only sigh.
Violet hesitated. Her eyes flickered to Alexis, whose breathing was faint and uneven. Doubt clouded her face—should she risk it? Then she turned to Eros. He gave a small nod.
Without another word, Violet grabbed a glass and gently lifted it to Alexis' lips.
"Drink… all of it."
