Freya's eyes narrowed as she heard those final words from the A.I. Chip Clone. From now on, she could not count on any more miracles happening; if they found themselves in a life-and-death situation again, they would have to rely solely on themselves to get out of it.
Without wasting time, the young woman adopted a meditative position atop the inner wall overlooking the battlefield. She pulled out several small vials from a pouch at her side—potent healing elixirs. The drugs would hinder her battle abilities temporarily due to the intense healing energy coursing through her flesh, but there would be no backlash. After a few hours, her broken bones and torn muscles would mend, restoring her strength.
