With the approval of the chiefs, I was entitled to drink the potion. My grandfather approached me, holding a small vial in his hand. It must have contained the rarest crom potion. Under normal circumstances, I would have been hesitant to consume a potion that I knew nothing about. But this was different. My grandfather had brought it to me and I trusted him completely.
If I wanted to help my friends and become stronger, I had no choice but to drink it. Time was running out and as my grandfather had said, we couldn't afford to waste any.
When my grandfather reached me, he handed me the vial. "Drink this," he said firmly. "Our work will begin once you do."
At first, I didn't feel anything after drinking the potion. But then a cold chill ran down my spine and suddenly, I could feel every vein and nerve in my body. It was as if an unknown energy was coursing through me, increasing my strength and power.
