"What's with all this fuss? What are you trying to do?" Owen turned his head once more to look at Diana.
In her hands, she held a bottle of pink potion.
Though the liquid was of a delicate pink hue, it shimmered with a translucency akin to pearls, securely corked with a rubber stopper.
From within, a rich fragrance wafted through the air.
Inhaling deeply, Owen's eyes gleamed with an unspoken excitement.
The mere scent of the potion set his blood racing, invigorating his flow of energy and causing the arcanergy within him to pulse with newfound vitality.
"This potion..." Owen was astounded.
Just the aroma alone stirred his arcanergy; he couldn't begin to imagine the extent of its enhancement if used correctly.
The unknown concoction seemed to hold the promise of unfathomable augmentation of arcanergy.
Diana, standing beside him, felt the effects even more intensely.
