Jack's grin turned malicious. "I make it my business to know the businesses of people who owe me money. And here's where your situation becomes truly catastrophic, Lady Starfell. Because I've developed my own mana potion formula."
He reached into his storage again, this time producing a small, crystalline vial filled with a luminescent, blue liquid. The potion's glow cast eerie shadows across his face, making his red eyes look almost demonic.
"High-grade mana restoration," Jack held the vial up to the firelight. "But not like your family's product. This is ten times more potent. I've tested it extensively. I've shown it to select buyers, people with discerning tastes and deep pockets."
Starfell stared at the vial with the expression of someone watching their execution being prepared.
