"Speak of the devil..."
Rylan barely managed to say, his eyes wanting to close.
Without hesitation, Lyrian snatched the mana elixirs from Alten's hand, a grin on his face. He looked at the elixirs as if they were golden beetles, "Perfect..."
He looked over to Rylan, tossing him two out of the bunch, before chugging down the rest. The mana elixirs were bright blue and almost even shiny. They didn't taste like anything, but their effects were instant.
The moment the elixir traveled down Lyrian's throat and into his belly, it quickly traveled through his meridians, empowering his body, and also pouring into his core.
It wasn't an incredible amount of mana, as they were only weak elixirs, but for now, it was better than nothing, especially since Lyrian wanted as much mana as possible for Yang.
"Did you defeat Spade?"
Leon randomly asked as Lyrian swiped the leftover elixir off his lip.
