Into his hand, he summoned a deep-blue vial: [The Lapis Lazuli Bottle of Purity].
With the noise of the crowd and the yells of the announcer silent upon his ears, the summoner focused as he poured the mystical liquid onto his wound. Just as the droplets of fantastical fluid landed on his wound, the pain disappeared from his body, instead replaced with a flood of adrenaline.
After a single exhale, the silver-haired man rose to his feet with a small stumble, causing the Paladin who turned his back to him and began walking away to stop.
["Great Recovery"]
The bleeding was stifled, and the wound itself began to close as the regenerative, emerald particles of mana tended to the man's abdomen.
"We're not done yet," Jett said, "I've got you figured out now."
