"What type of powers did you get?" Inala took on his female form and asked right as he ate the last morsel.
"It's better to show it to you." Wittral wiped his mouth and approached a shelf, his pacing slow, almost dragging his feet. He took out a Low-Grade Elixir and consumed it, processing it through Mystic Mist Art as he seeped all the generated Prana into his eyes, beginning to heal the organ.
Thanks to his powers of a Gold Grade Pranic Beast, his recovery was rapid. By the time he downed the third Low-Grade Elixir, his eyes finished recovering, allowing him to see once again.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror, gazing at his malnourished body to chuckle, "We look horrible."
"That we do." Inala nodded in response and put on an expectant look.
