Sasha's laughter rang out, echoing across the desolate plain.
She reached into her robe and pulled out a vial, its contents were glowing like molten ember.
"A potion," she said, holding it up between two fingers.
"Drink. Recover your mana. I want you at your best."
Alex's jaw dropped. "What? You're giving them that? Master… Shane… Be careful!"
But Shane and Merlin didn't hesitate. They inspected the vial in a few seconds. Their senses probed for deceit.
However, they confirmed that the aura was pure… there was no corruption, no poison, only a genuine mana‑restoring potion.
Without another word, they uncorked it and drank.
Alex gasped. "You just… trusted her?"
Shane smirked, wiping his mouth. "We already confirmed it. It's real."
Merlin's staff glowed faintly as his mana surged back.
"She's not here to kill us. Not yet."
The potion worked swiftly.
Mana flowed back into their veins, their reserves filling like rivers after drought.
