Before they left to deal with the many urging things they had to do, Ender turned to see the old chief, who turned out to be called Collins.
The old man was looking at a small transparent vial which contained a light green liquid, with a complex expression on his face.
"What's the matter old man, you better drink that… I can't possibly make it out without you to nagging me every day", said Ender.
The bottle that the old man had in his hands, was a recovery potion that Daimon gave him, apparently the alchemy in this world was quite out of date, similar to rune mastering, as the lack of mass produced, efficient storage rings, suggested.
Not only that, but the magic beasts of this place were far more dangerous than the ones of the four galaxies, or even Neptune, in a sense at least.
Previously Daimon didn't understand why the old man, hadn't recovered from that wound he suffered, even after ten years.
