Mingled with the scent of herbs and blood, the potion flowed down Ophelia's throat. Within seconds, she felt a scorching warmth rising from her abdomen, spreading throughout her limbs and bones.
The berserk magical power contained in the Magic Potion coursed through her body, and the sensation of forcibly supplementing her magic power was actually quite unpleasant.
But she could indeed feel that her magic power, which had been suppressed by the barrier, had surged back in an instant.
Her night clan powers had returned.
Then, she went to the door and began to pound on the cell door with her bare hands, trying to attract the attention of the prison guards.
The loud clang reverberated through the corridors, waking many of the prisoners who had already gone to sleep, who started to hurl loud insults at her.
